I love…
… you madly, truly, passionately, faithfully and honestly.  Mere words are not enough to explain how dear I hold you in my heart.
 
ESPO’s Love Letter Project
Painted on an overpass in Syracuse, NY
I
Paid
The
Light
Bill
Just
To
See
Your
Face.

I Love…
…that you have lots of style and class yet are unafraid to laugh, have fun and be playful like a child.  
 
  From “I LOVE YOU, ALL OF YOU!” – Author Unknown
I love
The way
You look at me.
I love
The way
You smile.
I love
The way
You’re shy sometimes,
Every once
In a while.

I love…
…the way you have helped restore the child within me so Christmas and all it means is vibrantly alive inside me this year.  
 
Writer Unattributed
On the eve of Christmas
surely I’ll have you near
I’ll wrap my arms around you
and hold my darling dear
I’ll kiss those lips of wine
as you stand ‘neath the mistletoe
My heart will follow you
everywhere you go
Merry Christmas My Love!

I remember…
…watching you walk down our long hallway in your white bathrobe when you flashed me with your cute butt!

A thought on love by Carl S. Avery 

Love enables you to put your deepest feelings

and fears in the palm of you partner’s hand,

knowing they will be handled with care.

I remember…
…when you took your dress off and posed in your slip for my camera in plain view in a city park.  I cherish that memory.
 
Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett, April 1, 1846
…you
are
kissed
whether
you
feel it
or not
through the distance…

I remember…
…coming over when we were getting to know each other and we drank two bottles of wine over a full evening.  A fun time!

English love poem – Author unknown
With the start of each new day
I find myself thinking of you
In the middle of my busy day
my mind wanders and I think of you
Out of nowhere I see your smile
hear your laugh and I think of you
Life is beautiful now because I fall in love
all over again each time I think of you.

 I remember…
…you laying on your back on the bed in denim shorts and your bra while we were on vacation when the ice cream fell from your cone onto your upper stomach.  You put it back on your cone, I licked the left-over off you and we laughed. 

From “Sudden Light” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I have been here before
But when or how I can not tell.
You have been mine before
How long ago I may not know