Love is missing the freckle on someone´s hand. The perfect curve of their ear. The rise and fall of their sleeping chest.
Love is writing the numbers 1 through 157 on a sheet of paper and crossing them off one day at a time.
Love is patience.
Love is encouraging growth. Love is allowing room for change.
Love is writing the numbers 1 through 157 on a sheet of paper and crossing them off one day at a time.
Love is patience.
Love is encouraging growth. Love is allowing room for change.
Love is what spans oceans, filling dreams with visions of the future.
Love is realizing that no amount of travel could ever begin to fill the space in your heart created by that first kiss.
Love is watching someone step off a plane, and, even thousands of miles from home, feeling you´ve arrived back where you belong.
Love is watching someone step off a plane, and, even thousands of miles from home, feeling you´ve arrived back where you belong.
Love is the province of the brave.
well said. Have so much fun with Andy, I look forward to seeing you both soon!
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ReplyDeleteA perfect love poem. I'm so excited for you!
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