Does one have to be in love to
write about love, does one need to understand the emotion, the sensuality that
goes through one’s mind when in love? What
is love, is it the beating of two hearts as one, the joining of souls, the accumulation
of all that has meaning in life. Can one
imagine a life without love, or being in love, does the earth move without it? Does one feel the tenderness and lush sense of
adoration? See into her eyes, pools of ocean
blue, emerald green, deepest chocolate; caress her silky smooth body, kiss her
blood red lips. Move together to the rhythm
of the music, never does one’s eyes see anything but the beauty in front, the
heavenly body, the face to adorn a painting, the hair of golden, raven, or
rouge. I can smell her scent; I imagine
her standing there in front of me, looking at me with that look so delicious, I
love you that sends you wild with desire, burning hot, molten intensity,
nothing exists, only in love.
