Love to the Fullest

The words we spoke hold meanings deep in our tone where if not searched, one would never find. Love is now more than the lips, hands, or hearts; it is more than eyes can see, more than a touch can feel, more than thoughts can know... Nothing could describe the love that had grown.

Love is at its fullest...yet it is not full...

The hunger and thirst that surges about, lasts longer than the summer of Sahara! Mock not when I talk of heat that burns so extravagant and so everlasting... Heat of emptiness and of pain, but also of pleasure that I cannot restrain.

A love at its fullest...yet never would be full...

C. Aurelius