Founded, Hopeless Romantic

I only know love for its worst. Heartbreaks. Tears. False Hope. But the passion of her kiss tenders my heart, making it soft, like warm butter. Her words flow out of her mouth, in such sentences of flirtation, only to draw me in closer, and closer, And even closer, until I can feel her heart beat intertwine with mine, creating a beautiful melody of mellow music that soothes me. Her smile is so divine, white as a string of pearls on a necklace of gold. She wipes me off of my feet completely. Now I know love for its greatness. Healed hearts. Smiles. Found hope.