When you will ask me about Love

One day my dear little one as we will sit looking at the mountains with our feet dipped in the lake and the cool winds caressing our face you will ask me about love.

I wonder what will I say then ? Will I have the courage to tell you the truth to share my innermost cave which even I dread to enter sometimes will I tell you how many times love crossed my way and every time I chased them away

will I tell you that no matter how many times your heart breaks May you always get up and love anyway completely, foolishly, hopelessly till one day you will realize You are that love, you are seeking