In this limited mother tongue by which I communicate to you, all I can call it is love. Cannot express through the utterance of a single word, if a father holds a daughter in his arms for the first time with a smile like the glowing light of the full moon, looks at his wife and says, you're both so beautiful.
This thing we call love cannot articulate the husband and wife, who married as teenagers have been together for seventy years: stood by each other, with barely any food, thanked God for what they had; and when he could no longer stand, then she would pause beside him. Nor can it show the heart struck newly weds eager to be just like them.
Love does not express the emotions of adolescence. Doesn't define a deceleration with flowers, chocolates, or teddy bears. Nor tell me if we're in a Romeo and Juliet fin'amour named true love. My language has been redefined through technology and celebrities. But fundamental element, binding our souls is spread so thin, how could be defined?