Love is...

Perhaps love is as tender as the felt blanket that is filled with the picture of HelloKitty. Maybe love is as tough as the beef that mum cooked for five hours. Who knows what love will do around the corner? It may turn into a flower on the side of the road. It may turn into a bunch of daisy beside the hospital bed. It may turn into rain on a thristy land.
Love can certainly turn into a smile, a touch, or even an explaination of which key opens which door on the key chain. It can be a joke that's been told in a noodle shop about an exploding turnip cake. It can be a back glance in the swimming pool. It can be cooking for your sister who is too tired to do anything after a hard day's work.
Love can be silently listening to a boring story. Love can be singing when someone is sad. Love can be read like a poem, but it can not be read like a newspaper because it does not require pages of detail explanations. It may be simple sometimes, but it may also be too complicated so no one understands.
Love can be pushing a pram when someone else is too tired. The hardest way to love is to calm a baby down when its crying for no reason. Dying for your country comes in on the close second. Love, sadly, can also be dying with the one you love. Love can be reading the notebook to your loved ones when they can no longer remember their past. Love can be eating a candle-lit dinner with a stranger who knows when to talk or when to listen. Love can be tucked away nicely in an old leather-bound book, stuck on the school project, inside a small scrapbook, in a thick police file, or on a hand-made card. It can be a tear that's falling from a loving mother or it can be a strong hand of a loving father. It can also be the friendship that does not fade throughout the years. When your hair is of a different colour, when you can't see properly and start to admit to it, when your feet will no longer carry you across the garden easily, and when you feel young inside but look remarkably old outside, maybe you will know the true shape of love, but then again, you may not.
I hope you find love because it may be in a pen, in a letter, in a book, in a newspaper, in a cup of tea, on a chair, on top of the television, inside a fishing bowl, outside the window, or on your hand. It can be anywhere, anything, anyone. I hope you find it.