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What is
love that it can change ones life so radical? How did it get the power to direct my thoughts without my protest? Man is basically good and I believe ‘love’ to be the core of that. How easy it is for the heart to overrule the mind. When one you adore comes close to you, the heart thump so hard; you expect others to hear. A single tear of joy, with the eyes lighting up; brings twin sparkles to ones appearance. Pure adrenaline pumps through ones veins, yet the muscles seam confused in what action to take. Your tongue is sucked up to the pallet, the mouth goes totally dry. Chemicals rush from cell to cell, making one feel alive. On the back of it flows energy, enough electricity to heat up more than one being. The tummy makes one full turn, making it seam that it’s filled with flying things. A single touch from her would cause a short circuit to run down your spine. Your skin in its entirety becomes extremely sensitive; the hair on it extend. Everything within in you yearns to take her in your arms. The mind goes racing, looking for solutions for the problem of how to bring her closer. The whole body is in anticipation. Your eyes zooms in, collecting every bit of light coming from her direction. Hearing becomes acute, the silence sings; ears listening with the hope to hear her heart… beat! The nose shuffles through the fragrances in the air to identify her scent. All along, the mind records every bit of information. Then her attention comes to you; a wish come true, for you. What grabbed her attention? How did she know that it was exactly what you where hoping for? Then there are the calculations of your senses, to see if the feeling is mutual. She smiles! Thump… thump… … thump; thump… the heart is irregular. The ribcage feels too small, for a moment you feel like you are about to die. Her gaze stays; it appears she is interested, every sensation peaks! What a wonderful thing love is? How could I ever exercise control of this? My only instinct is to love this woman without end. My mind only interested in “How?” She is perfect, without flaw. As your eyes slide over her, the mind goes, “Yes, yes… Yes!” The heart is a goner, no need for convincing there. “How, how… How can I make her mine?” I see people smile, saying “You’ve nailed the feeling.” They question the last time they felt it? They long for it, wondering where it has gone. For me the answer is simple, cause this orchestra of sensation is with you; all the time. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |