There is something artistic about love. It is subtle, light footed, creeps into your heart, and then into your soul. You feel it in your lips, soft touch, tasteless but intoxicating, dives down to your throat, you feel breathless, dry, like a thirst for something more. Then it goes down to your chest, like a sweet pain that would not go away. Is it her smile? Am I missing her? There something artistic about love. A girl plain and average, sometimes even annoying turns into the most beautiful thing ever.