joy is a large word,
figuratively speaking,
but it is something thats large that comes in small packages,
but my joy is beause of a boy,
my heart and soul have a funny way of telling me this is love,
the little way he looks at me kills me, (in a good way haha)
the way his lips meet mine is so serene yet chaotic,
like heaven meeting something evil,
fire melting ice,
but the ice is my heart,
and the fire is his touch.