Love heals all.

It is a jasmine-scented medicine that cures all ailments.

Don't mind derailments.

They don't matter.

The challenges of broken dreams and hopes, that is.

What did you say?

"Broken homes?"

Of course!

And children without the comfort of the everlasting feeling.

Adults without aspirations of ever obtaining one.

Love is somewhere far away on a sandy shore, resting its feet in the warmth of minuscule pieces of past lives.

The blue shadows consumed by the joy of its purity. 

They don't see us, do they?

Having as much money as needed

Being dependent on others for financial assistance

Retirement

Anxiety about asking for support from others

Poverty

Dream of being taken care of