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Love is.........
Love is a slow kiss goodnight,
Its anticipation.
Love is an imperfection in your lover not bothering you,
Its acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet,
It's patience.
Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles,
It's exploration.
Love is not having to say "lets make love" because you know what the
other person wants,
It's understanding.
Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed,
It's consideration.
Love is both of you remembering protection,
It's responsibility.
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles,
It's humour.
Love is being told "Stop and I'll kill you",
It's desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realising personal effects
are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom,
It's abandonment.
Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time,
It's truth.
Love is knowing what the time is and not caring,
It's joy.
Love is putting your arms round and tightening their embrace,
It's ecstasy.
Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew,
It's renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being
told they would rather be woken,
It's tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your
shoulder,
It's where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover slowly,
It's sensuousness.
Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a king-size bed three years
ago,
It's practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a king-size bed,
It's closeness.
Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your house to the right person,
It's trust.
Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent,
It's faith.
Love is stretching your arms and not covering the real meaning of the word "sore",
It's a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned
into mouthwash,
It's adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the
night before,
It's reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could
spend it in bed with your lover,
It's loneliness.
Love is stories that will never be told,
It's personal.
Love is a slow kiss goodnight,
It's what I want.
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