What is Love?

"What is Love?" a confused guy asked to a mad poet.

“When mother is pregnant and she doesn't know how her child will be, how will she/he become – good or bad? ugly or beautiful? will love her or kick her out...?

Mother doesn't know anything about her unborn child even though she does knit a baby sweater from the wool of unconditional love. She knows that her child is born from her own blood-bone. She/he is a part of her own body.

Mother's love for her children cannot be substituted. That’s what love is…” said poet, staring at one spot and dived in the ocean of philosophy.