Love is the joy in a child’s laugh, the loyal eyes of a beloved pet, the hand you hold without question. It’s the hug that says, you’re safe here, the whispered encouragement when no one else hears. Whether in a glance, a paw, a mirror - love stays. It asks nothing, yet gives everything. It doesn’t age, fade, or need permission. It simply is. Pure, warm, forever.
If it were a…
A song: House by Patrick Wolf
An item of clothing: A soft, cashmere shawl
A colour: Tea Rose Pink
A food: Fluffy clouds of Îles flottantes