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Beauty is its Own Excuse

I love…
…your tall slender form, your long pretty legs and am especially fond of your beautiful firm bottom.  I walk behind you a step sometimes just to check it out.  
 
From “Rhodora” by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tell them dear,
If
Eyes
Were made
For seeing,
Then beauty
Is its own excuse
For
Being.

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In Dreams and In Love

I love…
…the pet-names you call me.   When I hear “Sweetie” or “My Sweet” or “My Sweet Southern Gentleman” it’s touching to know you see me that way.  Being kind and tender is the way I always want to treat you.
 
Hungarian Poet Janos Arany
In
Dreams
And
In
Love
There
Are
No
Impossibilities.

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Safe with You

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…

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What My Fingers Sense

 I love…
…slowly discovering the diverse textures of soft skin all over your body and finding the beautiful little imperfections that make you so uniquely beautiful.  A life time is not long enough to fully memorize what my fingers sense when I touch you. 

Taken from “Closer to You” by Stefano Gii
How tight can you hold me?
How long can we stay awake?
How hard can we laugh?
How much love can we make?
Hold me close to your dreams.
Closer to your fears.
Close to hear your laughter.
Hold me when you’re close to tears.
I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to.
All I want is to be closer. Closer to you.

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Your Eyes

I love…
…how thoughtful you are and how quickly you pitch in to help me do things. Being in deeply in love and being friends at the same time is a wonderful combination. 

Taken from “Your Eyes” by Samantha
There’s no crying
Beneath the skies,
There’s no hiding
Behind your eyes.
They tell your every feeling,
They scream them loud and clear,
They tell me you love me,
And you’ll always hold me near.

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Profoundly Deep

I love…
…how we lingered outside the airport hugging and kissing this morning before you went inside to catch your flight.  How wonderful it is to share a love with you that is so profoundly deep.
 
Adapted from the work of several writers
Ask my eyes to
Stop looking at you…
Ask my brain to
Stop thinking about you…
Ask my imagination to
Stop dreaming about you…
Ask my heart to
Stop beating…
Ask me everything.
But you can’t ever
Stop me from loving you…

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As Time Goes By

I love…
…how we stood lost in our embrace under my umbrella in the pouring rain by your car today with our feet and legs getting soaked and not even being aware it was happening.
 
Taken from “As Time Goes By” by Herman Hupfeld
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.
Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

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In Harmony Familiar

I love…
…the way our hands fit together.  My masculine fingers are not too big.  Your feminine fingers are not too small.  When we hold hands they “fit” together like two halves of one whole. 
 
From “Holding Hands” by Richard Sidy
Their hands find each other
automatically,
a perfect fit,
in harmony familiar
like they were always
together
their warmth
their feel
their rhythmic embrace…

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An Easy and Gentle Yearning

I love…
…how I miss you when you are away traveling.  The feeling is an easy and gentle yearning for the moment we will be in each other’s arms again.

Written by Kay Knudsen
Love is
Missing someone
Whenever you’re apart,
But somehow
Feeling warm inside
Because
You’re close in heart.

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Glowing With Love

I love…
…the text messages you send filled with your sweet and loving words.  When reading what you write I find myself smiling on the outside and glowing with love on the inside.
 
American author Henry Jackson van Dyke
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.