Love? I don’t know love.

I don’t know love
I don’t know of its rich taste
I don’t even know what it looks like

Perhaps I am love
To every letter that forms my name
To every body part of my own that carries a significant function
To every joy and trying time my being has ever been through

Perhaps I am love,

– AM . ALI

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