This Love Is It..

Each breath, each moment, every touch, every thought of it you come to mind. Is it true that there is a love that lives inside but is express on the outside. This type of emotion cannot be held back. This cord, this strand, this connection is never meant to be broken. It is self less.. It surpasses all of what eyes have seen. It sings sweet melodies to your ears. It floats your soul pass the moon. A limitation is unheard of. Pages can be filled for days about every characteristic of what this love is.

So effortlessly, so gracefully, so peacefully and always happily it lives on. It pours out. It goes for long walks. Every sun rise there sits two with long talks. Throughout the day, memories, pictures created with no words on them but they speak for themselves. There is no way such a thing as this can be captivated. At times when there is nothing to say it still speaks. In the breathless times the warmth of it calms. Thinking about it alone makes ones stomach confirm that there's something special.

Healing, singing, moving.. There is no way one can keep still. The music plays love cords. The hands write love notes. The table gets set, the candles are being lit, the stove is steaming. Nothing is rushed because each scene is like for ever. Never wanting to sleep unless the dream is about it. The bond that's been created strengthens. Never remembering what a broken heart ever felt like. This love pumps. The blood always remain warm. Holding each other to each arm becomes numb. Not wanting to move a spot.

This love is it.