A Hopeless Romantic

Do you know what it means to be in love? Where this burning sensation is felt throughout the heart. Where you can rewrite it in the dictionary, only to prove nobody has loved you like I do. Since love was crafted by Cupids arrow but too bodacious to be written in hieroglyphics. And call me eccentric but I love a love like this. Where the meadows are dancing a melodic rhythmic dance. Where pictures proclaim what the mouth can’t. And every time you try and describe it, consciously leaving you a mess. It also, reminds me of sunflowers singing, where trees sway so effortlessly, where the breeze tells you a honeycomb story. Or maybe it’s more like roses blooming, where the petals don’t fall off. Or maybe it’s this aura of mahogany, maybe even clarity. Where your love brings healing, not melancholy symphonies. Where the love is apparent not obnoxiously screaming. Where you dance in the rain but hold each other as y’all stay and maybe i’m being another romantic but that’s okay. Can I continue..? I hope I can muster up enough courage to sing. Proclaim. To even scribble it on a billboard..THAT THIS GIRL IS MINE EVERYDAY!! My favorite story to tell, my favorite kiss to receive, my favorite hand to hold when I’m feeling like nothing. And when I’m scared you hug me. Then I realize it’s a dream, so I wake up and I feel lonely. I’m sorry your right, back to the story. Do you know what love feels like? Where the stars tickled you silly. Where those sleepless nights aren’t for someone’s glory. Where it feels electrifying but tantalizing. And ooouu don’t get me started on how mystifying love feels like. How it heals those broken wounds! How it lifts you up on high! How it caresses your skin because it’s a story between you and I! And maybe I’m being loquacious, or maybe I’m being a fool! But I can’t help feeling giddy about being in love with you. Some people will feel resentment towards this term. Some people might chastise me for even speaking on the term. I might’ve even get shunned but who cares a girl loves love. So I sit here daydreaming about the idea love; Hoping, wishing it would love me back since I’m nothing but A Hopeless Romantic.