I write this for him.
Baby, love comes to you when you least expect it. Its when I wait for you every night and give you small surprises. I keep telling you that I love you just because it makes me happy. I miss your touch, and that touch isn’t sexual. I miss your fingers caressing my waist..because that feeling calms me down. You calm me down. I cry because I miss you, but smile because you understand my feelings. Love is when the person has the power to heal you. In this materialistic world, most of us keep repeating ‘I love you’ without understanding the essence of what love is.
Love is when you see the world in him, and he is the world you live in. It has no measures, can you measure how many drops the ocean has? similarly you cannot measure how many feelings you have for the love of your life.
GROW WOMEN, LIKE THE FOREST, BUT GROW IN HIS ARMS, BECAUSE THE FOREST GROWS IN THE ARMS OF NATURE.
Please comment and feel free if you agree to my feelings. I would be gratified to hear the voice of love in you. Really looking forward for the same.