This love which keeps swimming in my blood, and makes me a better person, as well as lingers longer than it should, is hopelessly true. It's neat and fits into the crevices of you and me.
It's like a butterfly which has emerged from a cocoon, and after a certain amount of time the cocoon opens and the butterfly flies out, the most beautiful creature in the world.
I feel my love is worthy enough, it's been trapped inside the cocoon and now it wants to fly out and meet you halfway.
It's a colourful kind of love. It has hues and shades which are trapped inside it. It has the best kind of colourful mosaic of emotions which melt together with exquisite ease.
My love for you is a crayon, with which I draw images and beautiful patterns of you and me, of us, an entity to be cherished. I remember your chocolate-coloured skin and shiver as I imagine it against me.
My love for you is champagne. It spreads under my skin and blends with the taste of you which I imagine. It's sweet, sparkly, fruity, and coated in strawberry hues. It's sparkling with tints which make it sweeter than wine and heavier than whiskey. It's mine, it's demure, and it's a fastidious vision of life as it should be, coated in a plenitude of colours and flavours.
My love for you is coffee. It’s an absolutely defining sense of self, and that self is always perched on a cloud which floats like there's no tomorrow. It's warm and sweet, it's the reason my mouth aches to touch yours and pin down the taste of you.
My love for you is candyfloss with a cherry on top. It's crackling with chemistry and I lisp with the aching mass of your form blending with mine. It's me healing your broken heart, and restoring its gravitational force. It's me being Newton to your third law of motion. it's me being force and me being the inertia. It's both, because with you, I sense my love tripping along like a little boy on a pavement with a kite.
Wait, my love for you is a kite. It soars above the commonplace and it reigns in the resistance.
My love for you is eternal, real, and everlasting.
My love for you is corporate. It's the motivational posters and the mandatory lunch breaks and the incremental raises every six months or so, practices ripped straight from a corporate (albeit paper-pushing) culture increasingly on the downswing, created an effusive sense of brand identification among its employees I hadn’t imagined before and haven’t seen since.
My love for you is bohemian - trippy along the edges, musing with deep longing, crafty and sublime. It's free and swinging to a beat of it's won. It’s Beatles and country rock and inchoate longing and the sound of rain on a Sunday morning which drenches us at inopportune moments.