Love Is Like

When love takes over, it numbs your whole being. You cannot utter a word of common sense, or have an inkling of understanding of reality. When love takes over, it completely sweeps you off your feet, and it turns you into someone almost unrecognisable, someone always high on nothing but feelings of joy alone.
Love can be toxic, blinding, dangeriously beautiful, and sometimes fleetingly quick. It can be the thing that defines who you are, for the good and for the bad. Better or for worse.
Love is like some strange intoxicating drug, that the heart seems to crave alone with passion. Craving words that we think of and dream of, skin that our fingertips so often seek, and lips that our lips are destined to find.
Love creates a hurricane, and throws you around from side to side, like a swing going back and forth in the late Saturday afternoons of summer.
Love makes you see things that aren't there to the naked eye, sometimes something that others can't see.
Love creates excitement, pain and dissapointment, and makes your heart feel like it's practically on fire.
It's like a lazy summer breeze, that rolls around your shoulders and gently touches your eyelids, making you sigh and know, somehow, that everything will be alright.
It makes you feel light and heavy both at once.
It makes you somehow, feel whole.