Love is like Sunday morning with the blanket wrapped around your waist.
Love is the way your lips seem to curve, when you say my name.
Love is when I am stressing like the world's turning upside down.
Hubby, it all makes sense when you are around.
Love is kisses in a beam bag chair... The two of us, but none there...
Love is the moment that I climb the stairs to hold you in my arms.
Love is waking up to see your face or kissing in the morning rain...
Love is the only thing that keeps me sane.
And, at the end of the day is that, I have got you!!!
Perfect love is not receiving, its giving and forgiving. Perfect love is not red rose on the Valentine's Day, its the rest of 364 days of knowing you love someone. Perfect love is not phone calls and stolen kisses, its silent smiles in the memory of your sweetheart. Perfect love is not grand wedding but spending a lifetime together. Perfect love is not fight-kiss-make up, its loving the one who annoys the hell out of you... Hmm... Do you love someone perfectly?
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