When did you first fall in love?"

"I think, I first fell in love
when I was in fifth grade
with this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight
and made rainbows on my desk with it.

Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration.

The sea loved the moon
When she was supposed to love the shore.

The moon knew
And hence made his intentions known.

That she should love the shore
Who was destined for her.

Yet his protests seemed weak.
And even when he pushed her towards the shore-
She always retreated back.

To want, to need, to love the moon
For all she's worth.

Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen.
Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union.

If your soul mate comes with too much baggage, help her unpack it.

They loved deeply in those early years, as it is common for young lovers to do.

Loving yourself comes first from there everything else falls into place