I've been wondering about it for far too long. If possibly, love could be such, with no holds barred, with rules being damned, and people being ignored. When the only thing that mattered was your love itself. When one is oblivious to the other feelings that cramped the cerebrum. When the passion for craving was so deep, and so intense, that you had to have that person, and no one else. Its just a thought.
And as she blushed, the adornment swayed to make way for the hidden smiles. That love and love alone could perhaps infuse, and as she strained to be contemplative, he called.