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The hidden child cried from inside "It's the blue one that I caught" While the world outside screamed "How could she,that's not what she should" What is it that I should What is it that I should not Shouldn't the sun rise in the west and set in the east I waved at the sky to send me what was mine But even the wind seemed dancing to the rhythm of the stereotypes It did not listen to her cries Nor did it consider those tears Her wishes derailed Her joys crushed Her efforts ignored But yet no one could stop her eyes from looking at Her kite in His hand that was blue

What is love? The first sight you get of the things when your dream ends The smile on your mother's face Your sister's scoldings Your niece's laughter The sky that is enjoying it's liberty The sun that rises like a queen spreading it's magical beams The first sip of your morning tea Or Is it just the bond The bond between A man and a woman The lion and the lioness The tiger and the tigress The fox and the vixen Or Is it the bond between A mother and her child A grandmother and her grandchild A bee and a flower The sun and the moon The sky and the stars It is a secret It is magic It is experienced by all But unknown to many It's a dream to some It's the reality for some It makes a few weak It makes a few strong It is mysterious That makes one curious Love is Simple yet Difficult.