Love is not something gorgeous. Love is really very simple.
Simple as mellow rain. A gentle touch of wind. A euphonious whisper of leaf.
Sometime love is really tongue-tied situation. Failure of articulation, but simple act and then gain some gratification.
Love is open sky. Love is wide field and the flying kite.
Love is the most secure place ever exist. All fear disappears when love persists.
Maybe love is only some memory. Some drop of tear. Some standstill situation. Some song. Song of the rain.
-By Nasim Al Mahmud