Love

I love that word,
the sound it makes
as it rolls of the tip
of my tongue.

I love the feeling I get
when it is uttered
in an area of total silence
and this sound
is the only
the be heard.

I can see the small little hearts
appearing,
as that word is said.
And following that,
a trail
of pixie dust,
coloured a rainbow hue
in the sunlight.

If it were a food,
it would taste
like freshly baked muffins,
coming right out of the oven,
still steaming
with warmth
as the water vapour
slowly cascades into the air:
disapeering,
but leaving behind a feeling.

That smell,
of freshly picked roses,
or perhaps
the faint wafting of a perfume
as it mingles with the cologne.

The word
that I love
so much as one might love a child
is exactly that:
the word.
the thing.
Love.

Stranger

Tammi. 16. Female. Canadian. Arabic. Dutch. Hungry. Roleplayer. Artist. Writer. Moody? Not really. Likes music in many languages, even in English! Tae Kwon Doe Karate kid. Likes the words 'radish' and 'mulch.' Does not find History boring at all. Rhinocerous Party all the way, baby. Still plays wajas. Dabbles in Canadian Politics. Knows that Rick Mercer is the shit. Wonders if a Rick Mercer/ Stephen Colbert fanfiction would be out of line (probably not).
Think happy thoughts

Affiliates

artin · bec · connie · ellen · libbyann · tiffany · tori
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Loves

Mari

MB's

` stolen solace @ cynosure
` stars are falling @ innver voice
apple of discord @ red carpet and rebellion
etoile @ splash

Fin

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