I Know Not

When the cacoon kissed and opened up to a butterfly,

When a seed in the soil spread its root to a beautiful bloom,

A tiny little miracle in the womb,

Cried out to be a child.

And the dewdrop kissed the flower in the morning light.

What could this be? Is it love?

From the one who is there watching from above.

The dawn brought about a new day

To complete what's undone , right.

Where every little step heralds a new life

Is this love?

Or to the past goodbye.

The feeling is true, the smile is new

Fresh in the air

A brightness, a sparkle too.

Holding my hand he walks along

Beautiful is the world and melodious is the song.

What could this be?

Is it love or something strongly attached to me. 

We know not but it's pure and divine

Love or something else which keeps us moving with time.