Love

Love is what makes you feel alive, Love is the thing that people seem to find so quickly and are able to keep for a lifetime, Love is that tenderness in one’s heart to others, Love makes your heart race like it’s pounding in your throat, time seems to change when with the one you call Love. With them, their eyes captivating, and like a trance, you become lost, when they hold you in a warm embrace, like ice in the sun, you melt. Love seems like Cupid pierced your heart with an arrow of gold and glass, Love is that one person that makes you happy like nobody else does, Love… Love is that one thing that makes you feel light on your feet one moment then on the floor with tears rolling down your face the next. Love can take your heart, Promise you that they’ll never leave and protect you and your heart forever, then crush it into a million. Love, Love is deceiving, Cupid has grown envious, bitter, and cruel, for he has nobody to love, nobody to call Love. Love is like Edgar Allan Poe’s Lost Lenore, Love is not like a fairytale, Love is cruel yet kind, harsh yet understanding, Love can be many things, but Love can sometimes not be found in the ways you expect.