Everytime
someone dies,

I like to
think,

They are still
there somewhere,

In this huge world,

Afterall,

Isn't this world
boundaryless,

So living next
to the aurora,

Is my love.

Its just that
I can't meet them
anymore.

Sitting on a soaring star,
Flying next to me,
At all times.

-Mephoria

In my opinion, love is some one who truly cares. Could be parents, grandparents or anyone.