I love…
…the way you express your love to me in the words you write and say. Never before has anyone touched me the way you do when you tell me how you feel.
 

Victor Hugo to Adele Foucher, March 15, 1822
My adorable and adored, 
I have been asking myself every moment if such happiness is not a dream.  It seems to me that what I feel is not of earth. I cannot yet comprehend this cloudless heaven. My whole soul is yours… why is there no word for this but joy? Is it because there is no power in human speech to express such happiness? …Oh, now you are mine! At last you are mine! Adieu, my angel, my beloved…

I love…
…how you linger hugging and kissing me for a little while when we have to part.  I delight in your sweetness and expressions of love.

Marcus Tullius Cicero, Roman Philosopher and Statesmen
If a man could mount to Heaven
And survey the mighty universe,
His admiration of its beauties
Would be much diminished
Unless he had someone
To share in his pleasure.

I love…
…how you communicate what you feel about me in notes and emails.  You have a special way of expressing yourself in writing that touches my heart with love as no one other ever has.
 
Anonymous – Source Unknown
The Moment I opened my heart and let you in
I saw a great love start to begin
I opened my eyes to a vision of you
I hoped and prayed your feelings were true.
I have loved and I have lost.
I have felt the pain; I’ve paid the cost.
But now, I think I have truly found
An angel who walks upon the ground.
 
You go beyond all limits just for me
To show your love so endlessly.
I could’ve searched my whole life through
And never found another just like you
You are so special and I needed for you to know
That I truly and completely love you so.

I love…
…the notes you write to me that touch my heart so deeply with how you express yourself  honestly and openly.  You know just what to say, when to say it and how to say it to move me as no other has or can. 

From a love letter John Keats sent Fanny Brawne
I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again. My life seems to stop there, I see no further.  Love is my religion. I could die for that. I could die for you. My creed is love, and you are its only tenant. You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist.

I remember…
…that one year at Christmas some of my presents were lingerie that included you wearing it all later for me.
 
Harry Burns to Sally Albright in the movie “When Harry Met Sally”
I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

I remember…
…your long thin fingers and how good you were at taking care of your hands.  With soft skin and nails well manicured each hand fit into one of mine like it was made to be there.
 
Writer Unknown
From this day forward,
You shall not walk alone.
My heart will be your shelter,
And my arms will be your home

I remember…
…the times we spent together snuggling on the couch while we watched a movie. It was difficult to know where I ended and you began.

Napoleon to Josephine, April 5, 1976
My one and only Josephine,
apart from you
there is no joy;
away from you,
the world is a desert
where I am alone… 
You have robbed me of more than my soul;
you are the one thought of my life.

I remember…
…going out into the countryside on what we called “camera safari’s” and taking photos together.  You became a very good photographer.

By on-line poet Crystal Jansen
I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say,” I love you”,
And the way you’re always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine

I remember…
…rubbing and massaging your neck and shoulder when your old injury would flare up.  I was always sorry you were hurting but enjoyed touching and taking care of you.   
 
From Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move 

Doubt truth to be a liar

But never doubt I love you.

I remember…
… how you liked to wear some of my shirts and sweaters. You even wore my underwear sometimes.  It looked better on you than me.

Mark Twain To his future wife, Olivia Langdon, March 6, 1869
For I do love you…
…as the dew loves the flowers;
the birds love sunshine;
as wavelets love the breeze;
as mothers love their first-born;
as memory loves old faces;
as the yearning tides love the moon;
as the angels love the pure in heart.
I so love you that if you were taken from me
it seems as if all my love would follow after you
and leave my heart a dull and vacant ruin forever and forever.