It's the words I love you. That gets me every time. Just a whisper to melt this heart of mine. Again and again I dream of you. Again and again somewhere far I feel you. I get lost in the idea of it's you. Just my heartstrings and this fever that got addicted to the phrase I love you. Knowing any moment you could paralyze this cold almost distant me. And make me slowly ache for the sun again. Warmth. That's when you know you are in love. When everything else matters makes you want her entirely. And everything else makes you want to give up. She that slow constant crawl down your spine. The goosebumps every she looks at you. Just this fever eats you Red. Just strawberry Red like fifty shades. Love consuming rapidly the bittersweet idea of you. Every time she says I love you. Suddenly my world becomes reality again. And just like cheesecake or just like rotel dip. She's insatiable. And one time one taste is never just enough. But I Am not a gluten type lovesick fool. I smile and adore every time even when you are mad every time you say or nonverbally say I love you. Like damnit Bill like love just burning you at the idea of me alone. Just pinned up vibes of us that haunt me at night. I toss and turn. Knowing the thought of you is forever been the bittersweet inhabitants of me. As I love you the phrase alone. Knock down every wall every time. To know we're always magnets for each other at first sight. Yet I'm tainted by the subtle idea of you that made you the only definition of mines. To know my love has always blind. Till you wasn't never hard to find.