Love is cheesy.
Get over it.
But, it's also many other things.
It's that breathlessness you get,
You know, right when you talk for the first time?
It's that tumbling acrobat in your stomach,
The one that tells you that you like them.
It's that voice in the back of your head,
The one screaming "Make the first move!"
It's the peanut butter in your throat,
Choking you up until their milk kisses unclog it.
It's the dart of your eyes,
You know, before you know nobody's watching?
It's the thunderstorm of anxious tears the night before,
Because evergone gets them.
It's your voice whispering,
Because you're so close to each other that a normal volume is too loud.
It's the gentle nuzzle,
The one that says "Hug me tight."
It's the hug you get in response.
That wonderful hug.
Love is an infinity of horrible pick-up lines.
Ones like: "You're the only star in my sky."
It's also that one amazing mumble after watching Lord of The Rings,
"I'd rather spend a lifetime with you than an eternity watching the world change."
Love is incandescent.
