Love.

A word previously used to describe the curse of being tied to you. The feeling so endlessly suffocating, and yet explosive in its presentation.

Something I now use to describe pure unadulterated peace. A language presently used to describe him.

A word so easily manipulated, about a feeling so easily confused.

The feeling so deeply beautiful, powerful and raw that words cannot properly express. Something so special and sweet, the taste is complete and utter bliss

An act so pure, the angels sing its praises. Heaven forbid, I lose it.