Descriptive Essay About Love

As they continued walking past the bakeries, shops, and bars they noticed an abundance of birds. At first, hardly noticeable, there were the starlings and crows you would usually walk past, however there started to be bluejays and snipes. Which they thought, well that’s strange, why they only are here during the summer and it’s the middle of January. As they continued to walk there was more and more birds. Soon they practically filled the streets. Most of them were crows, however there were other birds such as the summer birds, along with parrots, geese and birds that are only found in other countries.

I press against the small of his neck, running the blade along his agitatedly defined jawline. “Let’s talk about what you did to me.” I dig the pointed end in his chin’s cleft. “There is no excuse good enough for what you did at the hotel and thereafter. You took a choice away from me.”

I breathe. It hurts, like sharp pain in my chest. It always feels like this. I bite my bottom lip; close my eyes to fight back my tears from running down my cold and flustered cheeks. I try to imagine…

Wonderful where I had retracted my cautionary actions to cut short our courtship, I got up and had my coffee. As the coffee and the cocoa enhancement were taking effect in my nervous system, I went outside to check on my baby birds who had been testing their wings out of the nest. The outside was literally orange from the effect of the wildfires that now seemed as if these blazes were growing and closing in on the community and threatening my house. Another shift in the natural world was the baby fly-catchers extending their wings further out of the nest. On this bizarre morning they were still testing their wings outside the nest and exploring life just outside the tree. I found them perched in different places in the tree and resting on the fence. They communicated with each other as the ringleader made the first daring flight outside the tree as the other three watched and prepared to follow. I was worried about how the wildfires might affect them in this transition, even more than I feared for my house and Joshua Tree as a

But it was soon broken when I heard a few crows let out a series of ear-piercing caws above us. I looked up to see if I could spot them again, and when my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I saw that there was a lot more of them in the sky now, too many to count. They looked almost cartoonish, like black silhouettes punched out on a blue canvas. Their wings stretched wide and casting shadows many times larger than themselves onto the rocky banks of the river. A few cawed out again, and then one after another, they started to dive out of the sky as if having corralled a group of small, helpless animals and were now going in for the kill like a pack of

In one motion, I turn to the sound, bringing the bow and arrow to my shoulder. There’s no one there. No one I can see anyway. Then I spot the tip of a child’s boot just peeking out from behind the trunk of a tree. My shoulders relax and I grin. She can move through the woods like a shadow, you have to give her that. How else could she have followed me? The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

Suddenly he’s back in his mother’s garage, watching his brother, whose strapped to a chair, be hit. Again and again. You watch

It was an early spring morning when I embarked on my regular hike through the forest trail. The sun had barely risen and the air is cool and damp after last night’s rain. As I walked, the sounds of my own breath and the chirping of the birds intertwined and I am reminded of the feelings of serendipity and belonging the natural world brings me. The chirping is incessant and I imagine the birds conversing amongst themselves after waking up and preparing for the day. As I go deeper into the trail, I spot one source of the morning’s melodies: a nest perched high in a tree with a mother bird and her hatchlings. I stand silently and observe the dynamics of the family. The nestlings cannot be more than a few days old and are chirping their

About half an hour after my walk going quite deep in to the forest surrounding the house I decide that I've had enough and that I want to go back.

Today I arrived at my new home I’m pretty scared but I can’t let the others know that. I’m the oldest so I can’t let them be scared. This is a ginormous house I have never seen anything like it. I met with my other siblings tonight and I want to explore the environment because I saw an owl and I wonder if I can find any other birds. Thinking of birds makes about my home in London. On Sunday afternoons I would

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

My eyes were filled with tears. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. I laid a bundle of flowers down at the bed of my one true love. I silently cried as I traced the letters engraved into the cool stone. Why did I let this happen?

I stood there looking in through the bars on the cage, watching the birds fly around their cage. I rested my hands on one of the metal bars on the cage as I watched my favorite bird, Sky , she was the bird I got for my 12th birthday that year. Sky was a bird with blue feathers and white areas on its stomach that looked like clouds. I loved to watch the birds play with each other. I was aloud to hold them but I was not aloud to take them out of the cage without an adult around And my mom was taking a nap. My mom has black curly hair and brown eyes.

The first time Daisy saw James Gatz she knew she loved him. I remember her coming over to my house and telling me all about him. They met at a diner where he was a dishwasher. He saw her come into the diner multiple times but she was always with other people. One day she came in by herself and he got enough courage to go talk with her. Gatz’s shift had just ended so he sat and talked with her. They immediately clicked. He walked her home and James officially asked her on an official first date. Daisy called me and told me about him that night. She told me how good looking he was. She thought James Gatz was the one she had dreamed of marrying since she was a little girl.

Looking down at me you say, "Your pussy so tight" thrusting forward my titties bounce it feels so good. We hold each other and kiss and you slowly fuck me into bliss...