I love…
…the way you like to sit beside me nestled as close against me as you can comfortably get.  Feeling your side against mine like that stirs a warmth inside me; a feeling of being deeply loved.
 
From “She Was a Phantom of Delight” by William Wordsworth
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light.

I love…
…reading aloud poems to you while you lay curled up against me, often with your eyes closed, listening intently to what I read.  Those are very special moments!

By George Sand, pseudonym for Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin
One who draws noble delights
from sentiments of poetry
is a true poet,
though he or she
has never written a line
in all their life.

I love…
…the smile that appears on your face each time you first see me.  Your beautiful smile lights up a room. 
 
Taken from “I Love Your Smile” by Ronald Doe
I love your eyes and your soft sighs
I love your inner beauty too
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true
I love your clothes, your turned up nose
The way your precious kisses taste
But most of all, my living doll
I love the smile upon your face.

I remember…
…how much you loved the little kids coming to our door when they were trick or treating on Halloween. The way you were so very sweet and kind to them is a special memory.

New American Standard Bible – 1 Corinthians 13:4
Love is patient,
Love is kind
And
Is not jealous;
Love does not brag
And
Is not arrogant.

I remember…
…the feeling when we held each other while standing and how sweetly well practiced we were together, fitting like two halves of a single whole. 
 
From a Writer Unknown
I want you to hold me in your arms….
Make me feel safe from harm
My hands over your shoulders,
Your hands on my waist
Whisper in my ear tell me I am gonna be safe
Make me forget all of my stress
While my head is buried in your chest.

I remember…
…making breakfast of toast,  juice and cereal for us on a Sunday morning and eating it in bed with you.

From the Dave Matthews song “My Heart Is Yours”
When you hold my hand
Time stands still
When the love in my pain
Fills my heart
It’s your love that heals.
When I’m feeling
this feeling inside
I know that it’s true
That every single beat of my heart
Is beating for you.

I remember…
… what a good kisser you are.  In my memory are mostly slow, soft and tender kisses but also there are your highly passionate ones near the crescendo of a rapturous moment.

Taken from “What I Love About You” by  Averil Binetti
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin.
Your breath on my neck,
That quivers within.

The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair.
The kindness in your smile,
That strength in your stare.

Your kiss on my lips,
Your body near mine.
The stroke of your touch,
That feeling inside.

I remember…
…playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other.  You wore your favorite earmuffs.

American playwright, poet & novelist Natalie Clifford Barney (1876 –1972)
When you’re in love
you never really know
whether your elation
comes from the qualities
of the one you love, or
if it attributes them to her;
whether the light
which surrounds her like a halo
comes from you, from her,
or from the meeting of your sparks.