One day, I will meet someone who grabs me with both hands,
she screeches and screams at the outside world in protection of her possession,
she will not ponder the" virtue of sharing", nor laugh at flirting sirens,
she will open my cage each morning, and I will close-it-each-night!
she will not hide her light, and will make my own burn with the stars!
and when that day is upon me, I won’t need to ask, what is love?
The long (maybe forever) wait for idealistic and passionate love!