Have you ever been in love?, they asked.
No. Not yet. I always replied.

But if you mean the love of a mother,
Singing me to sleep in her arms.
Then yes, I have been in love.

If you mean the love of a father,
Teaching me to ride his bike.
Then yes, I have been in love.

If you mean the love of a brother,
Taking the punishment for something I did.
Then yes, I have been in love.

If you mean the love of friend,
Cleaning up all my mess.
Then yes, I have been in love.

But if you mean the love of a lover,
To whom I give my mind and soul.
Then I am yet to find the one,
To fill in my heart's hole.
© Rieshitaa