I never understood what love meant,
Is it really just a word in a language?
Maybe it has a deeper meaning,
Or maybe, it is a language itself.

Maybe love is a language,
A language that the deaf can hear.
Maybe it is the light,
That gives sight to the blind.

Isn't it love that flows in that ballad,
That a lover sings on his death bed?
Oh! How he sacrifices his life,
For the one he calls true love.

Love, it's present in a mother's eye,
How she looks at her sleeping child.
Love is present in nature's touch,
How it heals it's little buds.

Love is the song of birds,
Love is the dance of trees.
Love is a toddler's giggle,
Love is an old man's toothless laugh.

Love is the psalms we sing,
Love is the Quran we read,
Love is the bajan's we recite,
Love is all religions singing in unity.

It is the bright Sun rays,
It is the pale moon light.
It is like the waves embracing the shore.
Perhaps, it's nature in its true glory.

It's the WE before every I,
The US above every ME.
The ALL present in ONE,
It is YOU and ME.

Love is not defined by religion,
Nor by a man's colour.
There is no race, cast, creed,
In love's dictionary.

Hence, love is just,
Us living in Harmony.

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Love is just you and me....It's not required that you should be great to be loved....
Love has no restrictions and it is pure. Often we confuse this pure feeling with lust and infatuation.
So here is a poem on love...
Enjoy reading.