Sometimes there's a feeling called love
It's similar to affection but not quite
Love is like the arch of a rainbow that stretches from horizon to horizon
It fills space and takes up room so that all else is consumed by this light
This color
Love is like a fawn being born on a windy summer day
The newness of it is shocking at first and then grows in something so sweet
And tender
Love is like the bursting of a dam on the brink of a lake or river
Nothing can quite compare to the sound of crumbling concrete and
Rushing water
Quite like the breaking of a heart on a chilly winter afternoon.