What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew

What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew Like a bird through the sky of memories, through valleys of deep silence, Trying to unravel a question like a riddle woven from stars, For often we lament that life is a mist, an endless race, Where time evaporates like morning dew in the sun's rays, But love... it bends time, slows the clock like a slow waltz, In the moonlight, it stretches seconds like silk gliding over skin, Turns minutes into memories that shine like diamonds in the dark, It is a flame that burns slowly, not a wild fire, but a constant light, That warms the soul from deep within, it is in the silence between words, In eyes that speak without sound, in hands that hold more than fingers, They hold entire universes, and a promise of eternity without speaking it, Love is where chaos transforms into harmony, Where the heart breathes like a calm ocean, where even silence, Becomes a symphony written just for you, it is not perfect, Not always easy, but it is real, and in its presence, Everything finds its place like stars in the clear night sky.