Anonymous
Love.
What is love?
One person, only that special one, none other, consuming thoughts
Love is endless dreams of nights of perfection and days where the sky is blue to no end
It is a storm waiting to be awakened
Powerful and scary, yet somehow beautiful at the same time
Love is blind
Imperfections are non-exsistent, love is flawless like a starry night sky
Eyes are used as a window to the soul
No secrets
Love is everything it is made out to be, and so much more
Unique, non-conformative
Creating its own rules
Love is once
Twice if lucky
It is desiring what you already possess
Love is beautiful, but so abused
This four letter word tossed and thrown
Overused
What is love?
Love is simply you and me.