A love of may be's

 When the first ray of sunlight after traveling kilometers reaches you on a misty winter morning , a morning when you don't want to wake up from the bed and face the world, when a ray from a far off star reaches to soothe and boost your day, that is the ray of hope and love. Profoundly that is how love feels like . Love is the warmth of the fire, when after a

long day you collect some logs and light them up to save yourself from the chilled winter evening, the logs are burned for some warmth may be that warmth is how it feels like love. Like everything I believe it too has seasons . Autumn would be of longing , where everything falls and dies, but it still is beautiful. Summer would be of enjoyment, when you can eat popsicle and go to the riverside to enjoy a picnic or may be lay beside a beach to enjoy the warmth of sun while experiencing the tides of life. 

May be love is like the chirping birds in the spring, the blooming ,radiant and colorful flowers that come to life and shows us how beautifully significant are these little things in life. May be love is like a slow shower of rains that fills us with life and enjoyment or may be it's like a thunderstorm with heavy rains that cleanses and washes off each and everything .
May be love is in everything and may be it is in nothing.
May be it is like life with all the phases or may be it is like a year with all the seasons. May be you know . May be you dont.