I do not know the feeling of a lover’s embrace.
I do not know the fire that burns from a passionate love.
I do not know long walks on the beach, or candle-lit dinners.
I do not know how it feels to wake up beside my soulmate.
I do not know that kind of love.
I know the smell of my mother’s cooking at 5:30 AM so that I will have lunch to take to work.
I know my father’s tired voice as he maintains the roof over my head.
I know the laughter of friends that spans fifteen years.
So tell me, do I not know love?