"Spring sweet rhythm dance in my head; Slip into my lovers hands; Kiss me won't you kiss me now; and sleep I would inside your mouth; Don't be us to shy; Knowing it's no big surprise that I will wait for you; I will wait for no one but you; Look please lover lay down; Spend this time with me; Together share this smile; Lover lay down" -Dave Matthews Band
Isn't that how you picture it? A perfect moment in time that cannot be disrupted for any purpose. A moment that can never be replaced, nor forgotten. It is the moment you experience true love. Now, some say true love is something only to be fathomed by an individual such as myself. But, I beg to differ. How can something so incredibly real and fulfilling be just a figment of somebody's imagination? It doesn't seem possible. True love not real? Then how am I supposed to breathe?
They say making love is an art. An art that is only truly felt by the few lucky individuals in this world. I consider myself one of them. That moment when you can stop, look around and realize that there is nothing wrong in this world just because you are next to the person you love more than anything in this life is pure art. It is something original and something that cannot be completely understood by every human, just the few who actually look beyond the surface to see what is truly there. Art is something precious, something that cannot be taken away from anyone by any means. Making love is an art. And I am an artist.
Isn't having a memory an amazing asset to life? It makes it so much better and ten times more interesting. The way I can remember every single motion he's made, every single word that he's uttered, and especially every single feature on his face is astounding. The characteristic that stands out the most to me is the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, or when he's laughing. That alone blows my mind; I could stare at those crinkles for hours. They're almost like a background in a painting, you never really look at one, but once you do- you cannot tear your eyes away from its beauty and preciseness.
The moment I knew that I was in love was the not the moment I saw him. Instead, it was the moment I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but goodness, passion, and a kind heart. It was the moment I realized that this being standing before me is nothing but a piece of artwork. A piece of artwork God gave me to look beneath the surface with and to see what is truly there. Something that I can love and something that can give me the honor of loving me back. It is something irreplaceable and unique. Something only for me to have the benefit of and something that will never be taken away from me. He is art. And I love art.
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