Love is a Clichè

My friend fell in love once,
so I asked him what it was like.
He told me that
Love is that feeling when your heart
gets so full of sweetness that it turns into
a beautiful marshmallow, and every time it
beats it feels like a cotton-candy cloud is
tickling your insides, causing you to laugh at every
passing second, making your joy swell to the point
of swooning, but instead rainbows just burst out of your mouth
every time you exhale and every time you inhale your
lungs fill up with bubbles made of dreams and your eyes get clouded
every passing moment by the daffodils that won't stop sprouting from them,
falling to the ground every time you blink, leaving a trail of yellow petals
everywhere you go like some majestic slug who instead of oozing slime provides the world
with such feelings of affection as to look upon it instantly instills the viewer with such profound
palpitations that their heart, nay, their soul is prone to brusting into a cloud of glitter, wafting ever closer to heaven.

Needless to say, I don't think I've ever been in love.

(In/a)spire

Inspire denotes to blow into or breathe in. 
Along with inspire
comes aspire. Note the same root spire
Which means to breathe.

Inspiration has a lot of sources.
The inspiration for the titles
Transcendentalist, Mormon and Quaker
All came from their critics.
The inspiration for the walls of ancient cities,
Sprouted out of progress and prosperity.

Ironic.

There is good inspiration,
When the Muse blows into your chest
Like CPR.
Except the air goes straight to the back of the neck
Where it pushes all your hairs up and waits to be itched.

Maybe inspire and aspire are so closely connected
to breathing, because from the first surprised and blinking breath we take
til the last one slithers off our tongue,
We are doing always that human hoping.