Love

The Tree was affectionate,
Its love was enough, Yet the leaf must leave
as the destiny must unravel,
And the voyage must be completed.

And so the leaf fall
On to the earth, which welcomed him with open arms
She had enough,
yet she wouldn’t mind more of him

The leave hold on to her,
Before being swept away by the wind.
Which has enough, yet he wouldn’t mind
More of him

And off it went and landed into a Brooke
Welcomed with open arms
The Brooke had enough,
Yet she wouldn’t mind more of him.

And off he drifts on its journey,
Only to be boarded by a feeble ant.
She doesn’t have anything, and she needed
him more than anything.

..till a twig hold him is his embrace
Which had enough, yet he won’t mind
More of him.

The ant moved on, and the twig stayed.

love isn’t being needed.
Or being wanted
It isn’t defined through self or selflessness
It doesn’t reach its epitome through sacrifice
and it doesn’t languish through greed
It starts as an epiphany
and is experienced as life
and stays with you as a memoir.

~ssc