Love…
…is truest in simple things like a smile when one enters a room and sees the other; eyes momentarily locked with love spoken plainly without a single word being uttered.

From “A Man’s Requirements” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur Love me!