My definition of love, is slow dancing on the kitchen floor while the moon points out which direction we’ll be swaying.

 

My definition of love, is slow dancing on the kitchen floor while the moon points out which direction we'll be swaying. The music coming from the beat in her chest, calm and slow. She'll look me in the eyes and never speak a word.

The music coming from the beat in her chest, calm and slow. She’ll look me in the eyes and never speak a word.

It’s a sound so perfectly fabricated that not even God himself would not take credit for this creation.