Everyone keeps telling me what love should be,
This is what love means to me.
Love is snuggling on the couch,
And not knowing what movie you saw.
Love is walks in the park,
With everyone staring in awe.
Love is a candlelight dinner for two,
Complete with soft music, dancing, and flowers.
Love is just sitting and staring,
And saying I love you for hours.
Love is living to make someone,
Just half as happy as they have made you.
Love is giving all that you can,
To show that person that your love is true.
But if you really want to know,
What love means to me.
Just look in your heart,
Only then will you see.
by James Ray
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