• Love is red.
    It looks like a small bundle of happiness, wrapped in caring, and sports a dusting of pain.

    It sounds like church bells ringing and laughter and tears hitting the floor.

    It smells like roses and cake that was just taken out of the oven.

    It tastes like rich, dark chocolate and red wine of the finest variety.

    It feels like arms wrapped around your shoulders, a peck of the lips on your cheek, and your heart sinking until all that is left is an empty hole.

    Love is fire.