A thing called love

Tender like dew on petals
Crisp and fresh as the morning air
The first face, eyes, lips to wake up to the last to see before bedtime.
To not speak verbally but with a connection soooo deeep you can tell what each other feels, thinks and desire.
Treasuring every moment even if it is for split second...rememebering facial expressions that made you laugh, sad faces that made you cry...
A heart that never make you doubt of its loyalty, a mind that never wanders negatively,  hands and body that belongs only to you giving you radiance of peace and tranquilty.
As days become months, months become years they all become a lifetime of encouragement and motivation for anything misleading or challenging that is bestow upon you.
Now thats what love is...
-T.H