There’s a definition for love that I don’t quite understand but I’ll try my best to comprehend this feeling when I’m holding your hand.
Our fingers intertwined is the combination of our emotions like the yin and yang sign.
These brief intermissions between my heart that skippeth announces the moments of me living.
I giveth unto you, permission to do with my affections as you would like.
And if you hurt me, that guarantees that I felt something.
I melted like a molten lava streaming down the ***** of a volcano.
Spiraling like a red tornado.
I will never forget the meaning, because you are my muse.