How Does It Feel?

How does it feel to be the object of someone's affection? And how does it feel to be desired? How does it feel to be loved?

How does it feel when someone looks up to you? How does it feel when you mean the world for someone? And how does it feel to be the only one for someone?

How does it feel to be admired? And how does it feel to be someone's day and night?

How is it to be someone's shining star? And how is it to be someone's steady rock?

How does it feel to bring a glint in someone's eyes - again and again? And how does it feel to crown someone's face with a bright smile - time and again?

How does it feel to be the someone's sunrise?

How does it feel to have someone dote on you - day after day, year after year? How does it feel to be nurtured with with warmth? How does it feel when someone is fond of you?

These were some probing questions I overheard someone asking recently. These questions did not have an answer.

And then someone actually answered - "There is only one answer to this question. The answer is to Feel It."

How Does It Feel

Affection is a bed of roses. Beautiful and colorful. And it always glows.