Love, a word so mysterious to me,
Elusive in its romantic guise,
I've never felt its tender whispers,
But in other forms, it lies.

I believe in platonic love,
In the bonds of family tight,
In the love of neighbors, strangers too,
In acts that feel just right.

Love is staring at a stranger's outfit,
Admiring how designs unite,
A silent nod of...