I want to believe we name our phrases from an intricate knowledge of their capabilities, their power, our human experiences.

The flame of love, the burn of desire, the throes of passion.

It’s wild how we choose to express the things we yearn for in a rather unusual and, relatively beautiful way which does a lot of injustice to the effort we put into them.

"The flames of love"

Flames?  They burn. 

"The burn of desire"

Burns? Love would burn you  to a certain degree.

"The throes of passion"

The throes of passion equal the throes of grief. Two sides of the same coin

Because sometimes, you wish you’re moving or at the very least,  at a standstill. 

But taking a certain walk, visiting a certain place you never knew of a few months ago and you find yourself spiraling down to April.