Nov 2019
What sort of love is he? What sort of love does he have?
He’s a honey type of love. One that covers your brain and heart with sweetness, dripping in every little crack and exposed area that is available to be filled. Using its pure golden goodness to take you over and make you melt.
He’s that type of love that wraps you up when you need it. Soft to the touch, lingering on your skin. He bottles up his kisses and affection to show you just how much his love can be preserved, and used time and time again. It’s a medicine that is the most effective and will always guarantee being the cure to any type of sickness or sadness.
When he walks in the door every day after work, it’s as if the whole world around him goes slightly out of focus. He is the only thing in my vision that is in high definition. Every part of him wants to steal my heart, right out of chest like the little mischief he is, just to hold it next to his big beautiful heart.
His love is the one that keeps me on my toes and bubbling with excitement, fizzing like pure sparkling water on a crisp summer day. Refreshing and authentic, yet it dates back to when our souls met eternities ago, where it is also filled with depth and memories like spring mountain water.
It’s a complex sort of love. Not a complicated one, but complex. One mixed with so much diversity and paths, meshed all into all sorts of branches of emotions. All interconnected with one another, touching and feeling anything and everything. Together.
He’s the warm bath I slide into after a long hard day at work. There to soothe and comfort me after a day of stress and worrisome thoughts. Helping to relax my mind and muscles simply with his radiating warmth.
His love is ecstasy. Our nights are filled with laughter where our stomachs are cramped with internal smiles and children's giggles. Our fingers are tingling with numbness and our noses are bright red after running in the cold summer evenings hand in hand.
He’s the type of love that is eternal. The one I have been searching for since I knew what love was. Arriving on my doorstep to scoop me up and take me away. He’s the love, I will love forever.
He’s a honey type of love. One that covers your brain and heart with sweetness, dripping in every little crack and exposed area that is available to be filled. Using its pure golden goodness to take you over and make you melt.
He’s that type of love that wraps you up when you need it. Soft to the touch, lingering on your skin. He bottles up his kisses and affection to show you just how much his love can be preserved, and used time and time again. It’s a medicine that is the most effective and will always guarantee being the cure to any type of sickness or sadness.
When he walks in the door every day after work, it’s as if the whole world around him goes slightly out of focus. He is the only thing in my vision that is in high definition. Every part of him wants to steal my heart, right out of chest like the little mischief he is, just to hold it next to his big beautiful heart.
His love is the one that keeps me on my toes and bubbling with excitement, fizzing like pure sparkling water on a crisp summer day. Refreshing and authentic, yet it dates back to when our souls met eternities ago, where it is also filled with depth and memories like spring mountain water.
It’s a complex sort of love. Not a complicated one, but complex. One mixed with so much diversity and paths, meshed all into all sorts of branches of emotions. All interconnected with one another, touching and feeling anything and everything. Together.
He’s the warm bath I slide into after a long hard day at work. There to soothe and comfort me after a day of stress and worrisome thoughts. Helping to relax my mind and muscles simply with his radiating warmth.
His love is ecstasy. Our nights are filled with laughter where our stomachs are cramped with internal smiles and children's giggles. Our fingers are tingling with numbness and our noses are bright red after running in the cold summer evenings hand in hand.
He’s the type of love that is eternal. The one I have been searching for since I knew what love was. Arriving on my doorstep to scoop me up and take me away. He’s the love, I will love forever.
