Love is my thoughts of
Love is my thoughts of you, when my head hits the pillow
Love is hearing your fingers tap the keyboard, as I wonder where your mind goes.
Love is the letters in your notebook, those arbitrary symbols - they mean so much to me.
Love is when you open your door – and turn off the light
Love is what I picture of us, outside of the frame.
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