What is love? A feeling so devoid of meaning that sometimes we just say it casually. So easily that whenever someone says it, we just easily accept and say the same thing if we feel somewhat the same.
For me, love is the feeling I feel whenever I am with you. The feeling of being so captivated by your eyes and thought process that I cannot help but to stare with you all the time. That warm fuzzy feeling I feel whenever I am with you and the feeling of wanting to be with you all the time. Love is not having to hide who you are to someone. Love is having to be content just having you in my arms and glancing at your lovely face. Love is a commitment both of us made and that bind us together.
Love goes beyond attraction.
Goes beyond destruction.
Love is having to forgive
and having to live life with the other person.
Love is you and me.
Against everything
without you
I am nothing.
For me, love is the feeling I feel whenever I am with you. The feeling of being so captivated by your eyes and thought process that I cannot help but to stare with you all the time. That warm fuzzy feeling I feel whenever I am with you and the feeling of wanting to be with you all the time. Love is not having to hide who you are to someone. Love is having to be content just having you in my arms and glancing at your lovely face. Love is a commitment both of us made and that bind us together.
Love goes beyond attraction.
Goes beyond destruction.
Love is having to forgive
and having to live life with the other person.
Love is you and me.
Against everything
without you
I am nothing.
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