A never ending love story

For a person like me to whom life projects its bitter reality, 

The feeling of being loved puts me in tranquility.

We live in a world where genuine love and humanity move randomly on losing their original identity.

If you'd ask a question back, you'll receive an answer which completely lacks technicality. 

I have a terrible feeling that someone is gazing at me badly. 

Oh, it's my dad. He does know what I am going to write is quite heavy. 

But my mind is screening for love-tamed words to express I am happy. 

I hope you don't assume me to be silly.

 The best person I can correlate with true love is my mother.

Of course, you'd all love your mother but, she is so much more distinctive than any other.

If you attempt to divide her from me, you'd perhaps not get any remainder.

Because you certainly can't as she is a part of me and is so tender.

I am a complete Mother addict.

I can't stay away from her for even a minute. 

She's cute, sweet, and strict.

But she's the only person I genuinely love which, even a small child can easily predict.

You call it madness. I call it love.

She is the aroma in my life. I need her like how a biryani gets its aroma by a tiny clove.

Our relationship is so strong and, you'll end up asking me how?

It's a feeling which I don't think I'll have to prove.

You don't find it romantic?

Well, that was not my intention. I needed it to sound more organic. 

You might find this dramatic. 

But for a 16-year-old like me, loving her mother as much as she loves you is exotic.

For a person like me to whom life projects its bitter reality.

The feeling of breathing air filled with unexpected love explains the true meaning of love and divinity.