i used to never believe genuine love was real.

beaten down, broken, time and time again.

until i saw you.

you were a light in the dark.

you were an angel extinguishing the flames of hell that surrounded me, that had almost killed me.

instead i now see a fire of passion, that passion burning in your beautiful brown eyes, golden flames igniting within the irises.

it’s something that has awakened me from my deep slumber of sorrow, replacing it with depths of joy.

your tanned skin, reminding me of a fresh cappuccino in the early morning, sunlight washing through the blinds that sit on the window; the foam that sits on top of the warm liquid, feeling soft against my lips as they touch.

the suppleness of your plump pink lips, resembling a juicy cherry being bitten into, tasting sweetness coat my tongue as i take in all the flavour.

you are the embodiment of a perfect summers day, freshly cut green grass, the smell of flowers blooming on every bush, the heat of the sun glistening onto my pale skin, making me feel at home.

you are an addiction in every positive way, one that i do not want to be rid of.

the existence of genuine love, i now believe.