Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not rude passion or reckless longing.
Love is in the quiet things, in the brush of fingers across your cheek, in the sweet smile reserved just for you. Love is in the way he holds you when you cry, how he lends you strength and confidence when you feel like falling down.
Light and dark. Two sides to the same coin. One soul, one mind, one heart, one body. Without him by your side, you'd be empty.
Love bears all things, believes all things.
It is enough.
No, it is everything.