alliawe

The warmth caressing my heart making it unbearable to breath. His every movement interrupting my pace. Thought after thought, none specific but only the image of him defined. The burden of my acelerating heart beat. The burden of my cheeks becoming crimson. He is my burden! or is he? What may be my burden? It's not clear, may it be a burden at all? Does a burden give me joy for that smile I all so long for? Is it suppose to comfort me when I become dim and lonesome? It seems to be a mixed feeling we all know so well as Love. The sensational feeling we cherish for it is precious and dear to us.

olivea