Like a violent storm. Like a tidal wave. Like the deepest ocean. Like a constant stream running through my veins. My love breathes an intensity that some cannothandle and others barely recognise. Like gold in a well, only visible to those who dare to dig a little deeper, and look beyond the familiar and the ordinary, into the great unknown.
Like a burning flame. Like the brightest light. Like a river flowing through my tongue and out my eyes. My love is free and wild and does not exist to be quiet or tamed. Like the sun after a long winter, awakening those in a hazy slumber, gently but all at once; offering a reminder of what it means to feel truly alive. What it feels like coming home.