What is love?
An infant girl would utter,
It is the affection of her parents;
An adolescent girl would whisper,
It is the fervor of her sweetheart;
A newly married woman would swear,
It is the piety of her consort;
A mother to be would aver,
It is the sound of her fetus' heart beat;
A mother would declare,
It is keeping her children gladly radiant;
It is only the love of father and mother,
That has no expectation or intent;
Every other love on this sphere
Has some aspirations and quest;
The love which is flawless and pure,
Is always from our parents.
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