why love

Why love, you ask, as the sun spills gold upon the waking world, and shadows stretch quietly, holding hands with light. It is the laughter of children, the whisper of leaves in the breeze, the warmth of a hand brushed against another, a bridge across solitude. Love is the heartbeat of moments, the quiet pulse in the chaos, a shared glance, a simple word, the gentle reminder that we are never alone.