To love is to see, day by day, Not only the beauty But also the ache Not just the joy But also sorrow. In the act of loving, There’s the act of accepting The part hidden from beauty The part that doesn’t shine— To inevitably accept sorrow someday. Love is a pact of acceptance: To accept losses, To gain forgiveness, To ask for apologies, To share the bread, To share the floor, To accept the “no,” To be fascination. Love is habit, Touch, Lust, Instinct, Fact, Absence in days of hiatus, The strength of a volcano, Desire on fire, Obstination. Love is also tenderness. Life passes, Sometimes harsh— And there, That is love, And gentleness. © MATH.JOmore