My understanding of Love


Sometimes,
Even though you have everything,
Something feels missing.
Like there is something wrong,
Or something just not right,
A little space that sometimes isn't visible
amidst all the light and chaos,
But the void created by it
is always felt.
And most of the times,
That thing turns out to be Love.
I've always believed,
That we only look for love in other people
When there isn't enough for us
inside ourselves.
When we can't tell us that we matter,
We need somebody else to do it for us.
We have learnt to drown the cold in our hearts
Through the warmth of a person's hands;
And thus, make the tragic
Look like one of the most beautiful things in the world.

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