Once you've loved, there's a part of your heart that simply belongs to that person. It can't be sold or rented out --- it's theirs, you gave it to them and they live in it, claiming its space for all time. To my husband, I'll love you forever. Happy Birthday.
I want us to stay together until the evening wind whispers secrets in our ears until the night folds over us like a dark disguise until the low clouds part like crescent lips and our moist breath mingles with morning fog. Want you. Need you. Love you.
What is it about love that makes it so lovely? I mean what is it that makes love soooooooo nice and sweet and warm and addicting and uplifting and ticklish and delicious and comforting and grand so very grand Simply its you. You are all those things and everything... You are what I love about love.
I used to think that I was someone who ran away from love -- like whenever love showed up I would just run in the opposite direction. But then I met you and I realized that wasn't it at all. I wasn't running away from love... I was running toward you.
Happiness is many things -- Loving -- Giving -- Caring -- Little jokes between us two -- Memories we're sharing -- An unexpected word of praise -- A sudden hug or kiss -- Special hopes and special plans -- And special days -- -like this. -- Happy Birthday with All My Love
Like salt and pepper, We go together... Like dancing and Saturday night. Like sugar and cream, starlight and dreams, Like flame and candlelight. Like you and me-- it's just better, every time we get together, things just turn out good. I'm so happy we're together.