And it was the moment in which I saw the lava, the heat and color it had, that I knew I was in love. As it splashed over me and engulfed me I expected searing pain, but received none. Instead it was a warm and uplifting heat. A heat so unknown to man itself. I could feel the passion flames heat like standing next to a camp fire. I knew it was hot and blazing, but felt not the slightest burn. As I say there, the lava lapping at me like waves on the beach, I was overcome with joy and happiness and most importantly, Love. The goddess in which I looked so highly upon had showered me with her entire soul, heart and love. Redefining love completely and the meaning behind it. It was no longer a response, an urge to say to keep the peace. No, this was true love, standing and shining tall above all. This was a feeling, what we both were created and made for. Attracted from any distance to find one another for our love is unique, one of its kind and only made by the two of us. No one else could comprehend it, nor did we want them to. We understand what we have and that's all that matters. The lava began to rise, and with it all walls had ceased to exist. Our passions had melted each other, her beautiful vibrant red, and my subtle blue, together we had come together to make the wondrous shade of purple know to no one. The perfect balance of two, the perfect swirl, mixed masterfully. As we spun together, our colors intensified more and more until, well simply until we became one.
