Love is I quiet feeling that grows as time goes on.
It is soft and gentle with a feather touch,
Yet it engulfs your life.
You feel it at every moment,
Your breath becomes short,
And your heart always feels an intimate tug.
Love strengthens with time,
Passion evolves. 
Your body begins to ache at the separation;
Rejoices when it is once again reunited with your other half.
Your hand traces patterns you left before;
Eyes re memorizes his body.
As you draw closer to one another,
You whisper, "I love you,"
And know those words have been said with your whole being
And have been felt by the others heart.