That kind of love

You're that kind of morning where the dew and the sunlight argue on a Lotus leaf.

You're that kind of afternoon where the sun is high in the sky and through the jhaali, a cool breeze wafts in.

You're that kind of evening where a neighbor plays ghazals on a gramophone and you sing along in your balcony.

You're that kind of night where the moonlight kisses a meadow near a stream and under a lone tree, a thousand fireflies fire up in flight.

You're that kind of love where koans are written to explain it to the world.

 

She asks, "I don't know what is love. I want to know."

He smiles... "You still don't know?"