Love never felt truer or more surreal till you caressed my face with the softest touch, brushing away a few tresses, to catch the sun shining in its most radiant self, on my face. Love flows from every pore of your ever beautifully made body, love is you, love is all about you, love is the happiest echo of your laugh, love is being wrapped in your arms, losing count of days. Love has always been coming home to a person i love more than anything in this world. Love is having messy hair and beds not made. Love is lip stained coffee mugs kissed, minimal grocery shopping and electricity bills. Love is domestic bliss and in failed attempts at gourmet cooking. Love is in holding your hand through chaotic roads and

dampened pavements, ecstatic chatter and comfortable silence. Love is in undone shoelaces and cupping your face with the warmth of my palms. Love is the heartfelt solace in the sound of your voice, for it is my favorite song.

Love is a blossomed garden of salmon pinked lilies, for the angel that brings tangerine sunsets in me to life. Love resides in them cognac eyes, treasuring reminiscences a million, belonging to each other in universes infinite. Love is detailed anamnesis, feisty passion, a true sentiment of togetherness and lasting empathy. Love is the yellow umbrella of this mundane universe.

Love, just like salt in the ocean, exists in the deepest crevices of bone, us mortals can only comprehend so much. Love is flawed, yet one of the most beautiful things that make us feel alive. "The fire can't burn me, i have been set ablaze many too often, the ocean can't suppress my might for i have been

drowning all along, but oh darling, you can rip my heart open for i have never known love, before you".

you and i, share one sky.