Falling into that beautiful thing called LOVE
(ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.)
attraction, flirtation, euphoria, doubt, the truth
(the longer the better)
...And so you dance around it.
You draw it out. You tease towards love.
This is the pure physical poetry. It's the thrill of communicating
by give and take, the simple charm of tugging at another
heart and waiting (hoping) for a response.
It's the improbably joyous celebration of going absolutely
nowhere for a long, long time...all in the anticipation that
you're actually on your way (slowly, tiptoe-ingly) to
somewhere truly marvelous...
Never stop falling in love...
(ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.)
attraction, flirtation, euphoria, doubt, the truth
(the longer the better)
...And so you dance around it.
You draw it out. You tease towards love.
This is the pure physical poetry. It's the thrill of communicating
by give and take, the simple charm of tugging at another
heart and waiting (hoping) for a response.
It's the improbably joyous celebration of going absolutely
nowhere for a long, long time...all in the anticipation that
you're actually on your way (slowly, tiptoe-ingly) to
somewhere truly marvelous...
Never stop falling in love...
1 comment:
emmm I love the wrappers from those Galaxy bars... they're fun
... but I wish I still had the chocolate
I think this pretty much captures what Valentine's Day should be. :)<3
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