What Is Love?

A man like a plant wants to grow,

Father and mother take care of him,

Not to be wild,

Like a potter makes a pot to stay,

With dirty in his hands in clay, 

This is the love of parents, 

Parents desire give the man,

A life,

So it would have no thorns in life,

Parents know what is at their hands, 

These helping hands cover the man,

Trusted the preparation to make him grow.

This is the love of parents

To their child.

The child became mature,

Parents still say the child,

You still have so much to know,

Your process is still to grow, 

The child used watch parents,

How they bend, 

and 

How they stand up,

He used to measure 

Their weight.

Accordingly, the child tries to grow upright.

The pressure of parents sometimes,

Too much to receive, 

The child wishes to be free from such pressure.

This is reality,

This is natural.

This is the love of parents and child.

There is the prettiest flower

In the garden of the world.

He or she is in full bloom. 

One feels blessed,

Just to call him or her 

As his or her friend.

The same is greatest 

Gift one can receive.

They each both hope,

I’ll see you driving by,

I’ll keep looking for you 

Until the day that I die.

Both each say,

I’ll love you,

Your absence causes  

Pain than one cares to admit,

One can wait till other 

Eyes to disappear,

One does not know, 

How to grow without you.

This love is the love of a lover 

And beloved.