It's a slippery ***** between
infatuation and love.
So how do I know it's love,
not just a confusion of desire?

My breath catches whenever he's near.
A lovely ache navigates its way to my
soul whenever he smiles, emitting a
renewed surge of excitement.

He is the feel of old wool,
smooth and strong.
I'm the feel of velvet, soft and soothing.
Our contact is electrifying.

His arms are the softest place I've ever been,
like a luxurious dark cocoon
steeping me in a feeling of intimacy;
a delightful warm sanctuary.

His love, unyielding as a live oak,
is embedded deep within my heart.
I can never erase his touch which
balances elegance with comfort.

Love is a swooning feeling coursing
inside me, giving me an inherent sense
of worth as it wraps its mellifluous
tones all around me.

My life is perfect chaos.
I'm in love.