The pointless crap I spew forth lately.

The slow monotonous flow of thoughts through a confused lover's head interrupted by short breaths are a sceam of impateince.
They signal off what a person really means,
what a person really wants.
How they really feel,
and most importantly, who they really love.

Love is an understatement of a great feeling.
To be in love, is to have your heart sing, and the world slow.
To share a perfect state of clarity with another person.
To know that you never want to leave their side.

Everyone has a heart, and those who find it never leave it.
As someone once said, love is like oxygen, we can't live without it.