When your voice passes through my ear, fireworks the color of roses bloom at my nerve endings.
The warmth of your palm flows over my spine, like an oasis found while crossing a desert.
Love is an unopened piece of chocolate melting on your tongue, the heart-fluttering scent of roses carried on the evening breeze, and starlight traveling from tens of thousands of light-years away, gently striking the softest corner of your heart.
