Love is like a piece of art work,
even the smallest bit can be so beautiful.

Love is sweet, delicate, dreamy
an enternity of gorgeous moments.

Love means the warmth of the sun,
the aroma of a rose,
the breeze of the sea, but as you can see
it never means the same for anyone.
Love acquires its true meaning
by experiencing it for the first time
beause only then can you define it.

Love,
The key that unlocks the bars of impossible.

Real love is feeling like being a part of that person's
life almost isn't enough. it's more like a feeling that you would live in the same skin with them if you could and share every thought, heart beat, and emotion as one.