Love, such a simple word,
as clear as life, as powerful as death.
To hold it in your hand and give it away silently,
instead of announcing it just to keep it for yourself.
Love is caring when there are no conditions,
it’s as full as the world
as empty as the universe,
Love is to find without searching,
to stay without planning it.
It’s the color of the sky
with eyes shut close,
it’s flavored like a hamburger,
gluten free and vegan,
it’s sour sweet, but hold the sweet,
and add the sourness of a lonely lifetime.
Love is to be without being,
to care without objections,
to smile without teeth,
to be thrilled without danger,
to laugh only from relief.
Love me not for my warm smile
or the tender words from my mouth,
but for inquisition in my eyes
and the pitiful tone in my voice,
love me not for my future or past,
but for my idle presence.