by Emme Gannon @GannonEmme
Ah, February. Somewhere between January’s frigid days and
March’s warming trend, nature stirs from her winter rest, and our hearts turn
to love. Store windows lure us in with dangling red hearts. Men of all ages line
up at grocery store check-outs waiting to purchase a bouquet of flowers. The
pull of love is so irresistible that it has the power to compel a level-headed
person to step out of the ordinary into it’s charming embrace.
Just how does a writer describe this phenomenon called love?
I contend, it has to start with the eyes.
