How do we know love?
You won't know beforehand.
You will wonder afterwards.
If you question it, it is not.
If you chase it, it is ever fleeting.
When you reach for it, it is out of reach.
When you grabbed it, it is empty.
How we know love?
In that moment, just that moment.
In that tear drop, suddenly infinity contained.
When you create it, out of nothing.
When you share it, without hesitation.
You know it, without any doubt
You will wonder, how can this be possible
It was here all this time...