No, It's not that first kiss that's magical.
Nor is it a marriage of 50 years, about to shatter, more delicate than a glass vase.
Love is sitting next to people who would throw their inhibitions to the curb and sob their eyes dry with you.
They embrace you even when they suffer.
Love scents the air when the leaving is the most hated person in the room.
It's so silly. 4 letter comprise the inspiration for countless works of expression.
They are thrown around lightly, and are as heavy as an anvil.
Love cantors down the field, it's mane painting the wind.
When the last candle is blown out, she knocks you out.
You fall prey to her unstoppable power.
These people are your family.
Love starts in the throat, either with a word or a lump.
Happiness is not always at Love's side.
Love comes streaming down your cheeks
And for days she'll mock you, bringing your loved ones back in mere seconds.
It's logic that shows you these people are figments of your imagination.
Love drags you back, again, again, and again.
Love cannot exist without hate.
Sweetness is nothing if not for something lesser.
The hills and valleys glide under you, and sometimes, we need to know that they don't stop.
Roses would not be unless they had thorns.
A ripe mango, succulent and voluptuous, is not noteworthy unless there is a vapid, rotten counterpart.
Love's beauty lies in it's fleeting.
I miss you.
I love you.
Nor is it a marriage of 50 years, about to shatter, more delicate than a glass vase.
Love is sitting next to people who would throw their inhibitions to the curb and sob their eyes dry with you.
They embrace you even when they suffer.
Love scents the air when the leaving is the most hated person in the room.
It's so silly. 4 letter comprise the inspiration for countless works of expression.
They are thrown around lightly, and are as heavy as an anvil.
Love cantors down the field, it's mane painting the wind.
When the last candle is blown out, she knocks you out.
You fall prey to her unstoppable power.
These people are your family.
Love starts in the throat, either with a word or a lump.
Happiness is not always at Love's side.
Love comes streaming down your cheeks
And for days she'll mock you, bringing your loved ones back in mere seconds.
It's logic that shows you these people are figments of your imagination.
Love drags you back, again, again, and again.
Love cannot exist without hate.
Sweetness is nothing if not for something lesser.
The hills and valleys glide under you, and sometimes, we need to know that they don't stop.
Roses would not be unless they had thorns.
A ripe mango, succulent and voluptuous, is not noteworthy unless there is a vapid, rotten counterpart.
Love's beauty lies in it's fleeting.
I miss you.
I love you.
