She must be in love

Those soft brown curls that framed his tender face.The hope that shimmered in his blue,oh,so soft blue,sky-blue eyes.His caressness against her skin.

His laughter.His touch.His words.

Lovely.She ached for him.

Her blood begun to rush.Her head became misty.Him,him,him.The passion inside her ablazed with arduous fire.Overwhelming,intense,fervent.Like high fever.But,it got stronger by day.Helpless and weak,so drugged,she's drowning,she thought.Fatal seduction.She felt an unreasoned happiness..chasm of elation..like explosive profusion of...

Esctasy.Rapture.Happiness.Bliss.Hope.Delirium.Euphoria.Mirth.Heaven?

Incredible.Unexplainable.Unbelievable.

She must be mad.But she can't stop being mad.And she don't want to stop being mad.

She must be in love.Was this love? What is love?

She pondered.