A small hand grasped my own as I looked over to meet young, innocent, inquisitive eyes.
“What is love?”
Taken aback, my eyes moved about vacantly as I inwardly searched for a meaning that meant something.
Smiling, I gently squeezed the little fingers intermingled with mine, and softly whispered,
"It is everything."
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC
A small hand grasped my own as I looked over to meet young, innocent, inquisitive eyes.
“What is love?”
Taken aback, my eyes moved about vacantly as I inwardly searched for a meaning that meant something.
Smiling, I gently squeezed the little fingers intermingled with mine, and softly whispered,
"It is everything."
** H. Mars
(I wrote this because of you, my little)