What could be the love besides love?
The sweet touch which each one of us had already the chance to feel sometime.
A shining tear rolling on your face, a little smile giving proof that you are not living in vain.
A hot blood running in your veins, making your heart able for beating; a song played by your guitar; a music sung for your little child.
A hearing for a tweeter bird, a watching for a blooming flower; a sad and weird voice getting into a good laughter.
A borrowed hand at a difficult time, a right word when you are lost in the way. A covering patchwork and a kissing your face good night from a mother who takes care of your son again and again.
A careful thought for someone who is so far, a flower picked up from the ground for being put into one book later; a forgiveness when you are absolutely lost in everything you took for granted, a calm feeling when you are feeling yourself so anger.
A tight-schedule for getting time when one friend of yours is needing of; a standstill in your fast-paced way of life when you are needing of yourself.
A large place where you can shout all your fears away; and a soft breeze which will bring back all those perfumes from the month of May.
Everything, those ones, is a sort of love which we can all use as a source of God. We can always remember how is easy to get some of them and to put, at least one, in front of our way.