I love…
…the softness in your lips, the sweetness in your kisses, the closeness in your hugs and the warmth of your body close against mine.

By a writer unknown
..when I met you,
I never would have imagined
that I would have such strong
feelings for you.  I never would
have thought that I would have
dreams about you, or miss being
by your side, or get butterflies
in my stomach when someone
mentions your name.

I love…
…how safe I feel with you and how easy it is to be my plain and ordinary self when we’re together.  What wonderful freedom and great strength our love gives me!
 
Victorian Novelist Mary Ann Evans (pseudonym George Eliot)
Oh, the comfort,
The inexpressible comfort
Of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts
Nor measure words,
But pouring them all out,
Just as they are…

I love…
…how you reach for and hold my hand. Your grip is strong yet gentle, firm yet soft and our hands “fit” like they were made to be together.

“Holding Hands” by Marvin R. Dennis for his wife June
We sit together, your hand in mine,
Time matters not, all is fine;
The simple touch of skin to skin,
Stirs a warmth that reigns within.

Hand in hand, all barriers dissolve,
Our souls merge, all cares resolve;
An energy flows from your hand to mine,
Fills my heart, soul, and mind.

Touching so close, the world fades away,
Reality dims in loves strong sway;
Words are not needed, none are said,
By just a touch, our souls are wed.

I love…
…how you are able to calm the frightened little boy within me by simply saying “It’s OK. Don’t worry. Everything is fine”. 

Adapted from a French saying
I
am
not
perfect
and
that
is
perfectly fine.

I remember…
…when we were going to sleep and you’d softly stroke my back.  Wonderfully it felt as if your fingertips were touching just below the surface of my skin.
 
Lyrics from “I Will” by Lennon & McCartney
Who knows how long
I’ve loved you,
You know
I love you still.
Will I wait
a lonely lifetime?
If you want me to
I will.

I remember…
…driving cross-country and pulling into truck stops and hole-in-the-wall restaurants to find some down-home cookin’.

When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read,
And dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly,
How love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When you are Old.

I remember…
…holding you when you were scared about your Mother being sick and how it calmed you to be in my arms.  
 
French writer, François de La Rochefoucauld (1613 – 1680)
Absence diminishes
little passions
and increases
great ones,
as the wind
extinguishes candles
and fans a fire.

I remember…
… how we loved to kiss.  No one ever kissed me the way you did.  The sweetness of your lips remain burned into my memory.

John Keats to his fiancé Frances (Fanny) Brawne Lindon 1820
I cannot exist without you. 
I am forgetful of every thing
But seeing you again. 
My life seems to stop there.
I see no further.
You have absorb’d me.
You have ravish’d me away
By a power I cannot resist.

I remember…
… holding hands when we were driving for so long our hands got sweaty.

Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning, April 29, 1846
…if dreaming of me
should be good for making you love me,
let me be dreamt of…
dream of me and love me, my beloved…
Because the love returns to you,
all of it, as waves to the sea….

I remember…
… driving out of our way across town to meet before going to work simply so we could have a minute to hold each other. 

 from “Annabel Lee” by  Edgar Allan Poe

She lived with no other thought

than to love

and be loved by me…

We loved with a love

that was more than love…