Love

Love is endless things.

Love wraps us in the form of

day surrendering to the night

the sunrise yielding to the sunset

from a full moon to a new moon,

and from a starlit sky to the darkest one.

Love finds us like vines entwined

around the tree-trunk

finds us like bees and butterflies

kissing the daffodils side by side.

Love takes us with wants to hold

and be held,

to talk to someone and to listen as well.

Love holds us in whispers of “ I love you.”

And it craves to be loved back.

Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.