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Love is the dizziness that I get from her kiss.

Love is the butterflies from her voice and her touch.

It’s the pure pain when she has to leave and the feeling I get when my heart’s stretch over hundreds of miles when I’m apart and the way my heart rises and swells when I am back in her arms.

It’s the look in her eyes when she stares into mines and tells ‘ she loves me.

Love is the absolute peace I have when she holds me and the terrible ache when she is away.

It’s the passion in her words and in each kiss. It’s the feeling in every “I love you”.

Love is knowing she feels exactly the way I do.

It’s knowing that she is love.

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