You know, if someone asked me,
"Tell me about love",

I would tell them about the constellation, how it shines, how it blinks.

I would tell them about the sun, whose beam passed through the window, how its light refracts into seven colors, and how the sunflowers adore it, become addicted to it.

I would tell them about the sea, both calm and rough, still and rigid at the same time.

I would tell them about the rain and the ground. About a symphony and a glass of warm milk in the middle of the night.

Or I would just tell them about you and our late night talks.
I would tell them about you and the butterflies I felt when we go dive into our fantasy.
I would tell them about you, your laugh, and your 5 am deep raspy voice.
I would tell them about how long your eyelashes are and how your eyes form a smile when I turn silly.

I would tell them that I found love in you.