Love…
…for you felt familiar from moment I began to fall for you. It didn’t feel like a new spark, but rather a dormant one I had been carrying my whole life. A sleeping ember was only waiting for me to meet you so it could be awakened to set fire in my heart.

First non-European to win Literature Nobel Prize Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have
loved you in
numberless
forms,
numberless
times,
in life after
life, in age
after age
forever.