Made Of Love

By Suruchi

I think I am made of love... Pure Love... When something good or bad happens, I think of love. Will I ever find love? Will love ever find me? Will love be there with me in my good moments? Will love help me through my bad moments? The idea of love fascinates me a lot… Why do poets write about love? Why is love the most discussed topic? Why is love worth for someone but not for others? When the heart breaks, why no one blames love but the lover? Why is love worth the wait? How does one feel when he/she is in love? How can the feeling of love be different for everyone? Actually, what is love? How can I be in love but still feel like I am not in love? Why, I see the sunrise with so much love but still feel like I am not in love. Why, I look at a falling leaf with so much love, but still think I am not in love. Why, I feel so much love when the wind passes by, touching every inch of me, but still, do not acknowledge that I am in love? Why do I need a ‘person’ to love?

Why love has to be with 'him'? I know, no one would say that love has to be with ‘him’ only.

But, today, I feel, I think, and acknowledge that I am in love... I am actually in love. When I see the sunrise, I feel love. When I look at the falling leaf, I feel love. When the wind passes by me, I feel love. I believe in love. I am always in love, when I lose myself in someone's voice, someone's eyes, someone's tears, someone's smile, someone's art, someone's poetry, nature, God and ‘him’. Today I declare that I was in love, I am in love and I will always be in love, no matter what. I want myself to finally accept that I am made of nothing, but love.

By Suruchi