Thousands of words rush through my mind, much like the blood in my veins being throttled through at breaking speeds by my heart because it beats for you…

In patterns much like native drums in the depths of a jungle it seeks to communicate you but lacks the capability of speech…

So for a moment my skin will feel feverish to the touch, perspiration will ensue and my lips will part to taste the air that surrounds you…

and in that moment the pheromones released from you will render the sweetest taste on my tongue as I hold our conversation only to carry it with me later to get me through the day… and of the thousands of words that have come to mind…

I hope in telling you that I love you will suffice…

because it is the culmination of my search to present the best of them all…

Why choose this place I ask

…and she hushes my question with her lips pressing just at the corner of my mouth…

So quick to console my soul when her soul itself is shaking…

The lights in this space dim just above a soft ambience / we sit within the sirens of silence without need to utter another word and what was left of light becomes shadow…

To see her is to sense her, so I let sight become enveloped by what appears to be night… and there is now darkness but no fear of an end nearing… I am within her heart and there are a million candles to re-light…

Four letters contain such a definition

that attempting to confine such definition would be to deny the ability to adapt to the world around it.

Because within the world of the four letters in itself

there is the fact that there is no world without it…

Love …