This Pounding Euphoric Love

Pounding, beautiful-euphoric love; Wanting someone so bad it hurts to move, too much to breathe—Pulsates and saturates, ripping you apart with a fire so alive, to romance them and kiss em so damn good it spins their head and knocks them on their ass.

Yet, Love is—Eyes falling deep and alluring to, and sharing with, while knowing and feeling, the one person who makes your eyes become that of beauty and unselfishness.

Listening to the beat of how they sleep—with a kiss on the forehead—which is an internal weakness beyond oneself; To please and make happy onto a person who you truly want to spend your life growing, learning, and sharing with—smiling at without words, but connected through emotions and hands melted and shaped together—holding the same tears—the same heart pains and agreeing to disagree when times are hard, unto forgiveness and comfort.

Love is honesty and trust built into an empire of being faithful and giving and is created through listening and effort; Love is quite beautiful, yet, love is also rare.

Love is the moment you realize you’d do anything to make someone happy, give unconditionally like it’s your last breath; Because we’re only here for a short time, and love is when you care so much to—

Actually prove it, do what’s asked, and return it with respect, trust, and compassion. Love is when you know it, just because, when everything is right in the heart.

Pounding, beautiful—euphoric love; Wanting someone so bad it hurts to move, too much to breathe—Pulsates and saturates, ripping you apart with a fire so alive, to romance them and kiss em so damn good it spins their head and knocks them on their ass.