Love at its best
Love feels like heartbreak and heartbeat.
It feels like uncontented happiness.
It's warmth and aching.
With each blink of the eye,
the heart races.
With each smile,
the heart races.
With each held hand,
the heart races.
Each steamy glance,
and lock of lips,
the heart races.
Each ragged breath,
and steady climb,
the heart races.
With each thrust to the core,
my heart races.
Love is smiles, laughs, stolen moments, inside secrets.
Love is hands, sweat, bodies, breathes, puzzle peices, passion.
Love makes the heart beat faster and slower at the same time.
It is a giggle, or a hidden kiss.
Love makes your pulse quicken.
It makes your days brighter.
Love makes you feel alive.
Love makes you enjoy every moment.
Without love, there is nothing.
Love grows.
Love is worth living for,
worth dieing for.
Love is life.
Love is forever.