I am an unstable element, therefore I require another.
And that woman that I would love wholeheartedly is surely someone who would hold me with tenderness, with patience that love demands, one who would speak when words are needed, and who would share the silence with me when they are not. Simply, someone who would love me truthfully forever.
I have tripped in love, not one but many times. But my, oh why trip, and not fall? For having 'tripped' means having been displaced knowingly, and having 'fallen' means having been delved into a pool of immeasurable happiness, at every instance of a glance. But after all the tripping and skipping, have I finally fallen? The answer, I may not know anon, but soon then, I shall find my own.
What is love then?
Love is every butterfly in the stomach,
Every fluttering feeling,
Each tryst of eyes.
It is eternally delightful,
Even in sorrow and hardship;
Truthful, faithful, and enduring;
The spring after the winter,
And the illumination of one's then dark world.
Love is when cold hands,
Are warmed by true love.
All your moments together,
Become rockets to the moon.
Higher and better than,
Cloud nine and every other thing;
Love is when your eyes and hers,
Locked in the briefest moment,
Become enchantingly ravishing,
While jealous eyes follow.
The one I felt,
When tickles become something,
Your giggles become my heroin,
And when I knew that
There's someone out there for me,
and that someone's a Raspberry.
Love.
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