Love
It is not pushing or pulling
It is spreading the wings;
It is not giving and taking
It is making of comfort to each other;
It is not claiming or contributing
It is living as we are;
And moving and changing

It is getting into someone
Without killing the space
Still expanding them;
Without pulling them out
Making them to walk;
Without marking boundaries
Still moving firmly;

It not I becoming you
Or you becoming me
It is we remaining we
To make a real WE
Love
Pugazh