I\'m curious within my pattern of thinking why words are intended to be deep. The flow is a present wrapped in a bow, close by your heart to keep. Imagination gets creative as I watch expression appear in smiles on a face. Aching for more, is desire burning for what takes place. Love can be the high, making body language twitch ever so smooth. Speechless in hesitated breathing, unleashes striking inside a mood. Unable to read a mind of thoughts that lust for something unknown. Feeling the warmth in my core, is the sanctuary that I call home. Value becomes priceless in the ones that involve themselves next to my soul. Crossing into a path is the force of electric energy grasping gravity\'s pull. It doesn\'t need to be physical when I explain the depth of definition to feel. But to hold a powerful influence in their presence, can be overwhelmingly real.