I call it Love

A.D.E.L. - A Deep Echo of Love was my first written poetry inspired by you.

It was written with despair and sadness,
Words were gathered as my heart dismantled.
Ideas were provoked as my mind ponder.
Daydreams were changed to nightmares.

Swallowing pride was a small matter.
Tribulation of feeling were perceived.
Drowning without being salience was a game

I call it love.

Love is not just being in love with each other.

Love is letting him talk to her while standing and waiting if when he talks back to you.

Love is seeing someone who couldn't look at you because he was looking also for someone.

Love is supporting him to make the love of his life happy.

Love is cheering up him whenever he feels sad and alone cause they were fighting.

Love is offering your owned umbrella in a rainy days just for them to have sweet walks.

Love is helping him finding a perfect gift for their monthsaries and anniversaries.

Love is taking a good picture of them.

Love is being a shoulder to lean on whenever he cries because of her.

Love is searching for a ring for his proposal to her.

And love is being a maid of honor to his happiest day of his life.

His wedding.

I call it love.

Cause love is a great sacrifice.
I know deep in my veins from the very start.

He wouldn't look at me the way he looks at her.

He will not love me the way I love him.

And he wouldn't be happy with me.

I'm not a rebound. No! I will not consider myself as a rebound.

I am your friend.

I am like a treasure.

A less valuable one.

A genuine gold necklace that was hidden in the jewelry box.

A necklace you forgot to have a little glimpse.

Like a treasure found at last.

Last.

Your last resort.

When all else failed.