Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.
Love
Love.
It is warm and it is calm. It is sweet and willing. It embraces tenderly, not wishing to cling too hard. It watches hopefully with waves of light brown.
Phoebe would know. She married It.
Love.
It is burning and it is thrilling. It is delicious and stubborn. It holds tightly, never willing to let go. It gazes hauntingly with pools of deep blue.
Phoebe would know. She once felt It.