Spectations

A study, of words, in crimson, sometimes blue, rarely yellow.

Crazy Thing Called Love

I was bitten once, smitten once, by this crazy thing called love.

What a feeling it was!

It was;

As if I was a flower, gently touched by the breeze,

As if I was the horizon, falling into the great blue sea,

As if I was a bird, flying home across the sunset,

As if I was a sandy beach, romantically moonlit,

As if I was something more than I truly am, something more than just a soul in a sculpture of sand, something more than just a heart full of sin beating in a body of stone, something more than a bag of flesh & bone, something less cursed, a little more blessed, something more than a finite number of breaths, something more than cheap suits & wine, something more than mortal, something divine.

It was as if an angel had come down from Heaven & not only touched my soul but bonded with it; not only made me beautiful but human as well, since all mankind has become is an animal in disguise.

It was as if a thousand blue-horn butterflies fluttered in my wake, a million red roses lined my path, & at the end of that path, he stood, wearing his heart on his sleeve, bearing a question in his eyes.

& with his lips he uttered the words that, till now, resonate in my soul.

Indeed, I was bitten once, by this crazy thing called love.

& I cherish the sting, as a warrior cherishes his scars.

What a feeling it was!

What a feeling it is!

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