I don't want a Hollywood love. I don't want a hot pink, blazing hot love.
I want my love to be cotton briefs. I want my love to cradle that which I hold dear. I want my love to be gentle and soft, But only I can feel it. You don't share your underpants As such I don't share my love. It is only mine.
I want my love to make others feel uncomfortable when I talk about it. Because the more I rant on, the more they realize that while sometimes it sounds constricting, it keeps you all together when you need to move.
I want my love to be marked with my last name. To have and to hold forever. Because I know that my love will be with me Through all the ****, all the *******, and every last bit of life. Even if my love rides up every once in a while I know that it's just trying it's best. And I love my love for that.