That icy cold grip that somehow makes your skin flush with warmth.
The power beneath you that keeps you steadily on the ground, but living on cloud nine.
The thoughts that let you rest peacefully are the same that keep your mind running rampid.
The word that has no real definition, but there seems to be 1000's of meanings.
You would do anything to keep it, but it let it go in a second if it meant saving it from collapsing.
It has no rational feelings, but they all make so much sense.
It is everything it is not.
So many songs, poems, books, movies, & paintings about it, but it still can't be captured.
It can cause euphoria & bliss, but tear your heart out & leave you for dead in a split second.
Love has many disguises, but only one true form.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
That icy cold grip that somehow makes your skin flush with warmth.
The power beneath you that keeps you steadily on the ground, but living on cloud nine.
The thoughts that let you rest peacefully are the same that keep your mind running rampid.
The word that has no real definition, but there seems to be 1000's of meanings.
You would do anything to keep it, but it let it go in a second if it meant saving it from collapsing.
It has no rational feelings, but they all make so much sense.
It is everything it is not.
So many songs, poems, books, movies, & paintings about it, but it still can't be captured.
It can cause euphoria & bliss, but tear your heart out & leave you for dead in a split second.
Love has many disguises, but only one true form.