Our Hearts

He holds me when I start to cry. Makes me smile with just his eyes. Shares my hopes, dreams, fears. Wipes away all my tears. I love him without regret. When I saw him I fell in love, and he smiled because he knew. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. But always we make love with our hearts. Ole, I love you and I won't stop loving you.

Will you love me, please?
When I'm bored, when I cry?
Will you love me when I'm reading and don't talk, or when I'm too tired to go on a walk?
Will you love me when I don't feel like kissing?
When the last thing I want is to touch? Will you love me when I hate me?
May I ask this, or is it too much?

Quote of the day

"Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes, we fell in love."