Then there is this non-judgmental space,
Where love has no shape.
Free from its mould,
In colors of its choice.
I am thinking of such free love,
Breathing on its own,
Like a capable youngster,
Who just got independent from home.
Then love set for an adventure,
Packing its own bag for the first time.
Away from all,
Who try to capture it,
Call it nicknames,
Cocooning in a nameless place,