Sometimes you can compare love with a rhythm, rhythm that can be from a dance because it can be interpreted as love to oneself or a shared feeling, in this case, a shared piece. The interesting thing is to think that you start from scratch, without rhythm. Without even a palpitating sense of what it would be like to move a foot in unison with a compass like a mere human beat. A somewhat remote idea, but true. We thought from the beginning that we know everything but it would only be the representation of not seeing beyond your nose, highlighting that your first love may be your parents for giving you life, or perhaps it would be the value that you decide to give to a person as also to an immovable object. Everything you express affection can become love, because I think that's what love is about, to give that "meaning" to something or someone, because with that little sense you can go from being a bohemian totally in this branch , to be a noble lover of romanticism.
It's simple to explain. They say that the first love can be felt as the only and last, that for those who experience it can become a bit heartbreaking when that moment comes to an end, but while you are in that moment, you feel that everything is perfect. Going back to the beginning, you feel that rhythm that makes your heart metaphorically move harmoniously to the sound of love with your beloved. It is one of those experiences that you live and describe as "unique". Of course, not everyone would achieve it the first time but it feels the same when it's the first time.
I could pass it by interpreting love, since it can be seen in many representative ways; It can be explained from the most tender kiss, to the most subtle caress.
I will love you until the universe stops expanding. Until light or darkness ceases to exist. I could see you and never tire of you. See your eyes to the brightness of any light, a mixture of colors that from a distance can be denoted as perfect. Observe how walking your hand is intertwined with mine almost unanimously, as if every time I saw you forget how beautiful it feels to touch it, as if somehow strange, forget the sweetness of your kisses and how perfect they fit Your lips with mines. How comforting and repairing it can be a hug of yours; how to rebuild something that was thought broken. It is difficult to express how wonderful everything is of you in itself, because I simply can not find words that describe it, beyond a "I love you" in different languages, that I am able to learn in order to express the love I feel for you, because you are who I love and really who dare to say that it came to give that "sense" to all my ideas without any order.
Simply, I try to see it as a surreal or moldable feeling, which for me, can be interpreted. As long as it is the person who makes you feel happy, like that cheerful feeling that your heart has when you wait to finally see that person after days or hours. And the truth is if you feel love, true love, you should feel like the first one. No matter if it is a third or a quarter, there are many attempts but achieving it is only once.
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