Love; someone who gives you a shoulder to cry on, someone to lean on. Someone who respects your need to be alone when you''re crying, though.
Good love; its when someone cares about you deeply, and when you''re crying, they make you laugh when you don''t even want to smile.
Great love; someone who physically wipes the tears away if you happen to be crying in front of them.
But true love...it knows. Its that person who notices your abscence, goes to find you, and when they find you, they don''t wipe the tears away...they kiss the tears away. They hold you, long and tight, until you fall asleep in their arms.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn''t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. . .
THOUGH I KNOW THE PHONE WONT RING, TO ADD A BEAT TO MY HEART
THE MESSAGES WONT FLASH, TO ADD COLOURS TO MY DAY
THAT VOICE WONT FALL ONTO MY EARS TO ADD RHYTHM TODAY
YET I WAIT.....FOREVER...IS THAT LOVE?
