With different measurements,
In various interpretations.
Some search while others seek,
No one quite knew precisely the method to it.
Never a noun but a verb,
Never a moment but eternal.
One thing for sure is that it can be recognised,
Regardless of how one denies or hides.
I no longer search or seek,
I choose to create or make.
Neither failures nor successes associate with it,
It is always what’s left within that defines.
Many said that time changes them thus causing them to fall out of love,
Most claimed that it is an open feeling.
Yet the truth was,
If time can cause one to change,
If anything or everything will have them change,
It was never truly Love in the beginning.
It was merely a feeling that is near to Love itself.
It is unmovable,
It is obvious,
It never changes but grows.
Growing brings changes, but it will never change the original shape of Love itself,
It is perhaps best defined as how to flow in verb form,
We are as water, and how we flow in life is exactly how we Love.