Love

Love sleeps in my chest. It's warm and round. It wears a funny hat and a floral dress; love is pretty much a garden. Love has dark hair and pink cheeks. Love is wild when it needs to be, cries when it has to and smiles when you least expected. Love laughs and renders the rest of the universe unimportant, all that matters is that toothless smile. Love calls herself Olivia. I love love.