houses the suffocating aroma that arose from the earth.
so close that your eyes grow heavy when I tire.
This is what love is. And the second half of this poem is simply purity...to love without complexities or pride and loving because you can't help it, there simply isn't another way to exist. Upon reading this I realized I need someone who is as much me as I am me. Someone who can be my up when I'm the down, someone to be my logic when I've lost all reason. When I am completely distant and aloof there he will be; evermore passionate. He will adore me, because that's the only way to live with me. He won't over look my flaws, he'll be consumed in them, ever intrigued by my complexities, knowing he may never fully understand me, but that it will be worth it. Words don't do love justice, my mind is bigger than a webpage.