What is love, you wonder?
How can you not know, when love is you and love is me and us, and the entire universe?
Every infant's first cry and every dying soul's last smile,
Every hushed whisper and every excited squeal,
Every classic song and every forgotten lyrics,
Every charcoal stroke and every kaleidoscopic pallette,
Every sunrise and every sunset,
Every comfortable silence and every insomniac looking up at the night,
Every unasked sacrifice and every fulfilled promise,
Every yearned touch and every forbidden kiss,
Every unfathomable depth and every untouchable high,
Every breath and every sigh,
How can you not know?
How can you not know, what love is ?