love/l?v/
an intense feeling of deep affection.
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What is love?
Love is unconditional, they say
And it is felt in many ways.
Whether it's the soothing caress of a mother's hand,
Or the warmth that exudes from your lover, as you stare out into the open land.
Love can be something which eases away your sorrows,
Something which fills the voids that are hollow.
Love is unconditional, they say
And it can last an eternity of days.
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Love, for Geet Handa, was seeing him walk along the street as the golden sunlight added to the radiance of happiness that shone from his face, the streaks highlighting the slightly ageing yet still handsome face as he embraced the child playfully with one hand, whilst taking the hand of the angelic woman beside him with the other.
Love, was seeing him fulfil the dreams they had shared in their yesteryears, the secret which filtered in their love letters, which swayed with the breeze on a cool summer's night, which washed away with the waves as they sat on the sandy shore.
Love, was seeing his deep brown gaze lock with hers, seeing the familiar charming smile light his features as he acknowledged her presence, and feeling her own lips curl up in response with small delight.
Love, was watching the picture perfect family pass her by as her eyes lingered on the retreating figures, satisfaction seeping into her soul.
Love, for Geet Handa, was knowing that Maan Khurana would live a life of nothing but peace and content.
***
The autumn leaves flirted with the wind before finding their destined places on the ground. She picked up the beautiful auburn brown concoction, the concoction which had once been vibrant and green but would soon grey and disintegrate into nothingness.
But love isn't like that, she thought as she stood up, folding her arms and walking the very same path she had witnessed them walking 3 years ago.
Love was eternal, love was everlasting.
Passing by their resting places, she gave a silent prayer before letting her eyes linger upon his name engraved in the tombstone.
She placed a kiss onto her fingers, pressing it into the engraving ever so gently.
Love, to Geet Handa, was realising that he was at peaceful content now, laid beside the ones he loved.
"For as long as I live, I will love," she whispered, before slowly walking down the path she had came, picking up the trail of leaves that had fallen to the ground before her.
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