What is Love? [Part 2!]

What is love?

It's running and jumping in the rain,
the prickle of every last drop against your skin,
the wonderous cold,
the chilling air,
the smell of rain in your nose.

The first warm embrace,
the light in her eyes,
time slows with her in your arms.
Feeling her soft lips bursh against yours,
as soft and delicate as a blade of grass,
as swift and majestic as a summer breeze.

Nothing else deserves your attention,
every moment spent together,
is worth it's weight in gold and silver.


Painting a picture of love,
such beautiful strokes of magenta and violet,
rolled together with streaks of red and yellow.
What majestic scenes you paint,
with your eyes closed tight,
your fingers laced in hers,
so soft and pure as the clearest mountain spring.
she is your muse.

Living and breathing for the moments that you can be together again,
the moments that take your breath away.

"Living and breathing for the moments that you can be together again,
the moments that take your breath away."

These lines were amazingly beautiful. Actually the whole thing was beautiful. Your style of writing is precious, never stop! Only one nit-pick: you said, "Feeling her soft lips bursh against yours" instead of brush but that's an easy typo.

Sorry I'm kinda sick right now and can't think properly to tell you more about it, but be happy in knowing it is amazing!

Vamp. Amazing. I was crying when I read this.

It's so detailed and you really get a feel for it. It's very...sensitive. Like, You know. and I could never write anything like this. So amazing.

Things I liked-

- Detailed
-sensitivity
- Emotional
- AMAZING.
-How you compared a painting to Love <3

There was really nothing I didn't like. Keep it up.

~Katie