Once I used to ask
What is Love?
When little I felt it in
Ma’s gentle arms and soulful kisses ,
Pure as snow and soothing as the breath of spring,
As I grew up ,
I saw its play between siblings and friends,.
sweet- hearts and spouses, parents and children .
Then I absorbed life
I saw its new face in sacrifice and compassion,
Forgiveness and pure intentions.
As my consciousness expands
it reflects now
in the form of divine grace ,
infinite and eternal ,
completing me such that
I ask no more,
What is love?