Comes very quietly; can't command it, but you can't deny it. When it does come, you can't quite see it or touch it, but you can feel it, inside of you and around you and the person you love. It changes you; changes everything. Colors are brighter, music is sweeter, funny things are funnier. Ordinary speech won't do- you grope for better ways to express how you feel. You read poetry. Maybe you even try to write it...
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