Love?
Perhaps I couldn't have ever known what it is like.
We all shape it to be some sort of an extraordinarily amazing feeling
that's only entitled to the ones that are lucky!
I too have at some point of time. But today I differ.
In thought, in action, in experience and in acknowledgement,
I differ. I differ in defining it as a happy idealism.
Love came to me as an acceptance to my complaints,
love made me rise above them.
Love came as a flexibility to my stubbornness, love made me let go the needless.
Love came as a critic to my obssessions, love made me refine my zeros.
Love came as you to me,
making me realise that you don't have to get lucky to relish it!
'Cause I'm that unluckiest soul who has been blessed with the exact love,
I deserved or may be a bit more than what I can ever offer.
Love?
Perhaps I couldn't have ever known what it is like,
without validating you and the choices of y(ours)!
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