Dancing tide in the full moon, which cares and waits for none but dances out its pain with a glory on the night it finds its music. Love is that dance for the musical beats.
One’s own shadow which is unseen in the dark but follows you wherever you go, once you are in light. Love is that light which leads your life and never lets you alone.
Those kiss of earth in the form of the raindrop, to quench the thirst of liveliness, forgetting the agony of the hot summer. Love is that coolness itself to calm out the heat in life.
That cool breeze in a pleasant night to which the tender leaves sway and your arms come around to feel and ignite your passion. Love is that warmth around you filled in your blood.