What is love?
Everything is beautiful when we love
Beauty is ephemeral.
Do people with no sight know not
what is beauty?
We lose our loved ones.
You cannot imagine your life
without the granny, who is your personal storyteller.
The brother, who is your cheerleader.
The father, who is your best friend.
All the indispensable relations
from whom you've borrowed bits
to become who you are today.
Or, the youth that bestows your arrogance.
This list does not end.
Is everything beautiful
because it does not last?
Do we value what we love most,
Or, do we value something
because we cannot hold on to it?
I cannot talk about loving you
without all other kinds of love
Because you taught me
that to love is to accept everyone
the way they are.
I am very miserly with love!
And, you have so much to give!
I would not have known true love
if not for you.
I am not saying you are
one of a kind.
But your kind is rare.
And I am the luckiest
to have found you first.
