The definition

In the simplicity of love, before it was known,

An abstract concept, until affection had grown.

Now I see its essence, a patient embrace,

A journey of growth, a tender grace.

To love is to be blind, like a child's pure trust,

In a mother's arms, a safeguard robust.

It's selfless, not seeking love in return,

Magical, as their joy is the tears you yearn.

Sacrifice is its language, belief its song,

A symphony of trust, where hearts belong.

Respect, a cornerstone, in love's grand scheme,

A partnership crafted, not just a dream.

Love, not an achievement, but a path we tread,

Hand in hand, where both are led.

So, in its complexity, and simplicity too,

Love is the bond, forever true.