I've never been in love
but I imagine it's kind of like
skiing on a glassy lake
in the fresh July sunlight.
Or the bellyache you get
from laughing for hours
uninhibited
head thrown back, eyes watering.
Or the thud of the ball
on the worn hardwood floor,
the soft swish of the net
when a shot meets its target.
Love is like a lot of things,
and darling, you're a symphony
of sounds and smells and tastes and feelings
I could never tire of.
So maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I have been in love
with you, and this world, and everything in it
Because love is like everything
and nothing at once.
It's defined by its undefinability.
c.l.c
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
I've never been in love
but I imagine it's kind of like
skiing on a glassy lake
in the fresh July sunlight.
Or the bellyache you get
from laughing for hours
uninhibited
head thrown back, eyes watering.
Or the thud of the ball
on the worn hardwood floor,
the soft swish of the net
when a shot meets its target.
Love is like a lot of things,
and darling, you're a symphony
of sounds and smells and tastes and feelings
I could never tire of.
So maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I have been in love
with you, and this world, and everything in it
Because love is like everything
and nothing at once.
It's defined by its undefinability.
c.l.c
