Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me."
To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
