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Sunday 12 October, 2008
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Love is...

Love is the first time that we met.


Love is the reason why we couldn’t take our eyes of each other.


Love is the instant that we connected.


Love is our future that is meant to be.


Love is the butterflies in my stomach when I see you.


Love is the time that I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you.(I swear that I want melt into you.)


Love is the eye contact that you make with me in a crowd.


Love is your need to stay with me.


Love is the conversations dragged over many cups of coffee.(you prefer tea and I don’t like coffee.)


Love is the mindless caress.


Love is same thought that we share.


Love is every time you complete the sentence that I begin.


Love is your faith in me.


Love is the way you make me feel so sure.


Love is the dimple on your cheek, when I asked to smile.


Love is the widest smile that spreads across my face in the shortest of our conversations.


Love is your drive to best in everything that you do.


Love ,baby, is your immortality pill.(I know)         


Love is the nights I’ve without sleep with you in my mind.


Love is the night I saw you as the father of our unborn children.


Love is the stupid phone call you that made to say “I called just like that.” And yet have nothing much to say.


Love is my Esperanza and yours and theirs.


Love is this poem that would never end.


Love is the every song that makes me feel good.


Love is four o’clock in the morning when you were speaking about me.


Love is your ambition and love is my patience.


Love is why I want to feel this way all my life. I want to spend it with you.


Love is the acceptance of your shortcomings and mine.


Love is the kiss that you owe me. (you said that you owe me.)


Love to me baby, will always be you.


 


Note:


I guess, I'm in love.


 

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