I was curious to know the secrets of love and Valentines
To be celebrated
With such dedication and devoutness

I sat in a garden watching the passers-by across 

Each one drown in his own universe 

A crazy idea occurred to me  for an instance

But it deserves all the worthiness

 I began to ask people of all ages

How do you depict love from your own visions

Beginning with a middle aged young man sloppy with a sad face

Tells

Love is an innate weakness that we inherited for decades 
A teenager with red cheeks passed beside
Says

Love is a river poured by the brides of dawn into powerful spirits

A man wearing a black suit with a straight beard
Claims
Love is a blind ignorance which starts with the beginning of youth and its ends

A man with happy traits and a smiling face utters
Love is a higher knowledge enlightens our insights

An old man passed by probing the earth with his cane seemingly anguished Speaks

Love is a thick fog that surrounds the soul, which can see only ghosts

A little boy playing drawing a cute smile on his lips interrupts 
Love is my mom and my dad

An old woman blind adds
Love is a killer poison that souls sip once and died

A dotard with bending back murmured
Love is the rest of the body in the graves

And the peace of the soul in cemetery depths

A beautiful lady laughing expresses

Love is a sweet feeling of butterflies in tommies

It is the stars twinkling in the nights

The sun shining during rise 

The moon lighting throughout fullness 

Looking suddenly in my surroundings 

I found myself alone in the gardens

While the night displays its wings

I whisper to myself sighing 

After all, love is not  superficial emotions

Its description is relatively bound to different livings

A love story is a song  beautifully written

It is a told tale of all human being

But separately savored, seen and proven

Through years, life and compulsion