Love

The heart of longing is waiting, waiting to burst forth in a spasm of colorful beauty. This spasm, combined with the tree of the forbidden fruit, makes a beautiful emotion. The one of bitter-sweet affection,alas, this is what we call love; the most beautiful thing in this physical existence that we call life. And even in the darkest pits of sheol we can find love, the love of hope, of life. And its in love where we truly make our home. <3

Actually, that was quite nice. Very poetic. The only bit of advice I can give you is to run that through spell check.

well im often in the dark when i write it soothes me, so even this post probably has some errors

Sheol as in the lowest layer of hell? Very creative! And poetic too. <3 I think it would look better if you change the "its" in the final sentence to "it is" because all in all, this writing is very formal and most words aren't shortened in formal writing. That's just me though...