Love

Love

It's the curve of a mother's smile, the moment her child arrives —

new, small, perfect.

It's the kind of wild that made Romeo and Juliet forget the world.

It blooms like spring, soft but certain,

and hums like waves in the early morning when everything else is quiet.

Love is layered - like spice, sharp and sweet,

sometimes too much, but always worth tasting.

Where love lives, happiness moves in - no questions asked.

↓ Affection, passion, sacrifice - they all show up, ready to stay.