To be in love.
An indescribable feeling.
Warm, and settled.
Yet accompanied by
a peaceful rush.
It's distinctive.
A feeling like no other.
It's love. Simply love.
It's intimate, and
overwhelming.
It swallows you whole.
Devours you.
Runs through you.
You feel it inside you.
With every feeling part in you.
It makes you feel alive.
It brings life;
and it intensifies its flavor.
It feels endless,
As it flows through you.
As it warms your blood;
As its warmth is pumped,
intensely;
engraving all that love
deep within your soul.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
