Love is the way you smell
when you come home from work.
Love is the taste of your lips
as they are pressed against mine.
Love is your gentle soft touch
to my skin.
Love is the words I hear
as you whisper in my ear.
Love is how the sight of you
makes my knees weak.
Love is the smell, taste, touch, sound, and sight of you.
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