"What is love?" you asked.
It's when our souls merge: 
My gallery, your pictures; 
My hug, your embrace; 
My song, your lyrics; 
My sketch, your face; 
Your promise, my devotion; 
Your hand, my hold; 
Your gaze, my ocean; 
A bond, pure gold. 
My mind, your evocation; 
My prayers, your name; 
My chaos tamed, your salvation; 
My diligence, your fame; 
My words, your poem; 
My food, your bowl; 
My comfort, your home; 
Your body, my soul. 
My eyes, your vision; 
Your voice, my word; 
My joy, your reason; 
My heart, your pace; 
My wealth, your treasure; 
You, the one I'll cherish. 
My blood, your vessel; 
When your heart stops, I perish. 
You exist, I adore; 
A sacred exchange. 
I'm waiting for this, mi Amor.

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)