My desire

I need the kind of love, A love that is so colorful, has moments that can be hurtful, filled with joy. And a shoulder to cry. I need the kind of love, that help me face my dearest fears, and share all my tears. A love where I can break all my walls, Filled with random midnight calls, dances on the kitchen floor, and the feeling I get when I see you at the front door. The kind of love, where our eyes speaks, when words can't express how it feels, filled with a lot of fights, and kisses to make it all right. I need the kind of love, filled with silly inside jokes, and laughs so innocently like a 2 year old. The kind of love, that gives light like the moon in the night, and a hand till the end. I need the kind of love that heals, that heals the scars that are too deep to be seen. I need the kind of love, that doesn't make sense, but rather like a path without an end, and with each turn the story extend, with so much love and a little hate, the kind of love with it's own fairytale, the kind of love that is never too late.