Its not just a word

It's a feeling

An emotion

And living

The deep connection.

Its a difference

But all is same 

Echoing silence

Yet...

The heart beats too loudly

The mind stops thinking

The body grows still.

Yet...

Something is stirring

Deep down

Everything is boiling

And somehow

Amongst all this mess,

A young bud grows.

And it knows,

That when the time is right

It will flourish,

Or fade away.

That

Is Love.

It's not just a word,

It's a dictionary

Of human lives.

A concoction

Of human experiences

And the result

Of human evolution.