Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow

I love...
Happy puppies
Soft delicate snow flakes falling on my cheeks
I love....
Dancing in the rain
The smell of fresh flowers
and
I, of course,
Love you.

Love is your eyes when they look at me, into me.
Love is your mouth when it smiles at me, with me.
Love is how I feel for you