Defining Love Poem by Saju Abraham

A baby feels loved clinging to the mother;
A paternal pat encourages the son;
A wife longs her man to softly touch her;
The unhappy find comfort in a hug.

Then why say love isn’t physical?
Why the sages separate love from body?
You may separate grains from husk,
But is there rice without husk?
You may set aside spices while you eat,
But the taste of your dish is in spices.

Love is not just a venerated idea;
If it’s so, it stays beyond reality.
It is so concrete, so less platonic.
Can it really be beyond the physical?