Love is ravenously caring and gently touching
Its ruthlessly cherishing and patient murmurs
Love is when she knows your favorite flavor of gatorade, not because She says so but because she understand the crisp lines of your face And the emotions behind them
Love is lots of eskimo kisses
Long hugs
And sleepy morning grins pressed to your neck
Love is letting her cry from laughter and sadness on the same soft shoulder
Love is crossed out words, crumpled paper, and passion that refuses to be limited by words
Love is tentative but tenacious efforts to remind one another that you'll always be there
Love is enjoying commonalities but loving differences even more
Love is the music you hear in her voice when shes smiling
Love is interlaced fingers and thoughtful fingers combing through her hair
Love is bashful smiles and reassuring kisses
Love is precious
