I feel it like the heat on a hot summer's day. Overwhelming, sticky sweet and impossible to consider feeling anything other than the all-consuming intensity of love.
It's like broad brush strokes of tar all over my soul, so that you're there, inseparable from my whole self, least it tear me apart.
It just is. Just there, like something so integral to my being that it has become whole hearted, as implicit as breathing, living, being.