Love isn’t saying a thousand times in a day, I love you.

Love isn’t a bouquet of roses or spicy words on a greeting card.

Love isn’t a kiss under a casurina tree on a moonlit night.

Love isn’t expensive gifts wrapped in bright sheets.

Love is being there for a loved one in times of need.

Love is a kind word, a gentle touch, an embrace when least expected.

Love is caring, showing one cares, sensitivity to subtle feelings.

Love is an expression in action, words, touch and  feel.

Love is missing some one alone in a crowd.

Love may sound nothing yet is everything.

Love fills the vacuum within and fills one’s being.

Love is believing blindly with no room for nasty feelings.

Love sprouts when nurtured, grows fine, left unchecked withers in time

To say, I love you is easy, to prove one’s love is difficult.

To say, I miss you is short; to miss someone is a world.

To get hurt in love is common; to be lost in love isn’t uncommon.

To kill someone is possible; to get killed in love isn’t impossible.

Sumathi Mohan

7th Dec, 2008