I need love, not just any love that tells you I love you, and cheats on you the next day. I'm talking about the jazz type of love that is mellow, sweet, laid back, compassionate, energetic, spontaneous, and a as free as it wants to be. I'm talking about the kind of love that sees only you and never dream about looking or talking to another. I'm talking about the kind of love that takes walks in the park, go dancing in the night clubs. The kind that coastally keeps your toes curling for you knows not what they do next. I'm talking about the kind of love to where when you are hurting, or sick, they can feel you from a mile away, the kinda love to where just looking into their eyes and holding them close is all the clarification you need to know that everything is going to be fine. The kinda love that won't want but need to have you by their side, the kinda love that puts the world on pause and asks; what you want to do today? The kinda love that would just call to say I love you. The kinda love that will romance you with a candle light, a bath and dinner, The kinda love that trust and not lie, the kinda love people know not of, the kinda love that only want what's best for you. And not yet try to impress you by doing all the things you don't normally do. A love that can't stop saying I love you enough like tomorrow wasn't promise today. I'm talking about a love that cuddles and splits50 50 and makes love like if you were going away the next day. I'm talking about a love that never stops looking at you to say you're beautiful. The kinda love that role plays ever now and then to spice up the relationship, the love that finishes your sentences, and never make you look stupid in front of your friends. The love that doesn't think about me? me? me? but we. I'm talking about the kinda love that will change their ways for a stronger more better love. I'm talking about the kinda love that thinks about you everyday, dreams about every night, The kinda love that will give their kidney so that you can live, The kinda love that just doesn't receive, but gives, The kinda love that will not live to love but love to live. Is this love or a fantasy for when we wake up it's to reality, where it exists back in the day. Ever so often I will close my eyes on reality and dream of my fantasy.