Love is walking hand in hand on the beach.
Love is gifts of red roses and chocolate.
Love is looking past the clichés of romance
and creating memories that are
unique to just the two of you.
Love is a song sung with huge, expansive emotion.
Love is being impatient to see your lover again.
Love is thinking your lover is the only person on Earth.
Love is comforting your lover when he or she is in pain.
Love is doing whatever you can to make your lover laugh.
Love is dancing closely together on a crowded dance floor
and not caring about the others around you.
Love is touching your lover in those places
you know they love to be touched.
Love is kissing your lover deeply for a long time.
Love is knowing that other person as who they are and not who you wish them to be, and you still stay with them, be by their side through the fun times and the heart-wrenching difficult times.
Love is enjoying bringing your lover to orgasm, and you are thrilled as they cry out in ecstasy.
Love is sweating and panting as you make love to your lover with reckless abandon, throwing any attempts to be cool or handsome or pretty or smart or suave out the window because you lost caring about those things in the moment, and all you care about is giving and getting pleasure from this amazing person.
Love is glowing after that wild sex, feeling your pulse and breath slowly return back down to normal.
Love is falling asleep next to your lover, grateful for she or he to be there, and looking forward to waking up next to them the next morning.