How does one describe love? Is it perfection at its finest. No, in all truth it is the imperfection. That is love. Imperfect Love. There is no such thing as perfection. Only perfection in ones mind. So, I ask again. How does one describe LOVE? I will describe my perfect love or imperfect love. It is a taste seldom known by many. A bitter sweet.
He is the anger that boils the blood even at the times when all seem to be perfect. The only one that is able to bring just a single tear. The one that I stray from onto another path. A path thy own. When boilded eyes of red apeer. As shouts of unspoken words need no letters. Only the out rage of emotion. When one could tare down the wall of thy own home. To bring the stormy clouds and the ragging of a down pour. The one that my heart would die for. Bitter!
He is the one who is there when the time seem to fall and all is imperfect. It is he who brings the light to my night. It is he who craddles thy when nightmares seem to run amuck. The gentle hand that wipes the tear away. He is the thousands of stars that light a midnight sky. The sun the shows my path durning the day. He is the word that speaks to bring a smile to my face. The one that my heart would live for. Sweet!
When all the clouds have gone, storms have calm, and the night sky has come to be, he is the passion. The heat that course threw thy veins. The taste of what had passed. Inter twined into each others desires. A burning sentation that take flame from with in. Thirst that drinks from one another as the heart beat rises. A hunger that knows no bounds of our wants. An attraction like no other. As sounds with out words travel on the night hushed air. A glare the brings us to an endless edge. With electricity archs as we come to the peek. Bitter!
When the sun burns bright, songs of love sing, and the night is as it should be. Softness, like a bed of peddled roses. Taste of sweetness endows the touches. Sensation shiver bring the skin to a quiver. Passion of excitment knowing of our needs. A feeling that over whelms one perception. Tingling the very edge of thy body. Warming the very core. As the current of our energy clash. Stirring up thy heart to a pounding beat. A power that bring thy past the threshold. Sweet!
HE: is thy husband, Abraham Corvinus
Yet, this is still not all that goes with the smiple but complex word we call Love.

i have no words to explain what i am feeling for you my angel, just know that i love you with all my heart and i will be with you always
love
Abraham

And I you my love, My God.

Wow, I don't think anyone could say it better. You have a way with words Alexandria. I can't wait for your next post.

Thank you shandee. I do try to put thought to paper. Though we all know that it's not the ink that brings words to light. It's the emotion put forth. Thank you once again.

Oh now I want to fall in love! Just um I am, just again like in your last story, speechless. I love it! I just love! I swear it's the best thing I've ever read! How do you do it? Well, I guess 'love' is the motive in this one! lol now you made me wonder even more about how love really make people feel. It's PERFECT!!!

thank you blood craver. I am glad that you liked it so well. Love is a part of the story yes. Yet in any story my dear it is what spires a mind to write. Love to write in what inspires ones mind is also a big deal. Love must come from both ends. Willing to work with one another and to have understanding. Yet, it take more then just wanting or haveing love to keep love going. Love can fail even if both parties love one another. I will always say that there should be a comunication between the both and the understanding to be willing to listen, give and take with in that communication. Love can be one of the most inspiring feelings yet it can be also the darkest of nights. Biter and sweet all rolled into one.

If any others should read, please give me your thoughts. I always love to hear how others think about many subjects

Call me Dua sweety. You're entirely right! Oh I know a lot of people who had the problem of not being able to understand each other. They just can't deal with life problems. Sometimes because of the lack of experience or that they didn't have enough patience to work things up. There are so many reasons beside love that make a relationship works out. Or we should say 'many reasons below love'. Love isn't working alone, but it definitely is the most important. At least that's what I think.