Everything. Love, means, everything:
Life, death, first breathe, pain, the care of my parents,
family, friends, unconditional offerings of planets, and the winds.
Nature and people's offerings through creation of all food I eat,
shoes, my pillow, the chair that I sit, computer and this very site you read.
Searching my soul from the inside, found lots of love in all touchable or untouchable things.
Eternal food of soul, indebted I am to all people and things,
Happy Valentine, Love!
This is one of the very superb poems I have read. Love means really everything. The universe is so full of it and yet our small ego is so often empowered enough to render us a bit blind to all that love. Giving love is what makes us really happy, but still we spend most of our time chasing things, rather than giving love. I love this poem. It provokes so many thoughts in me. Excellent!
A lovely and an expressive write. take care and have a blessed day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aw! you sound so appreciative of not only people, but everything around you. I too am grateful for everything and everyone. 🙌🏼