what is love?

what is the meaning of love?

i never know about love.

the one thing that i know from the word "love" is

it's an adjective, not noun or verb.

that's it.

but one day i saw them.

i saw that old man and his wife.

i saw them entering the church.

i watched how the way the wife held the old man's hand.

i saw her bright smile when she looked at her husband.

they sat in front of me.

the old woman gave candy to her husband.

sweet....

the old man didn't sing,

maybe he was too old to sing,

or maybe he couldn't sing the song.

near him,

the old woman sing happily.

i never took my eyes off of them.

when they walked outside the church,

the old woman smiled at me,

the old man only looked at me.

i didn't know what to do.

then i just smiled back.

i smiled like a little kid saw an ice cream.

i didn't know why,

but i was really happy to see them.

again, she held her husband's hand tightly.

they walked slowly out of the church.

and then i realized,

that was love.

those wrinkle faces and old smile were what i called love.

i saw love through those weak hands that hold each other.