Falling in love is...

by his blue eyed baby   Aug 11, 2008


Falling in love is drifting off to sleep listening to the sound of the rain tapping on the window.
Falling in love is watching the sun slowly sink where the ocean's horizon meets the skyline.
Falling in love is feeling the wind dance through your hair like the branches of the willow tree.
Falling in love is watching the orange and pink and yellow sun slowly rise above the valleys.
Falling in love is trying to count the millions of glittering diamond-like stars in the heavens.
Falling in love is feeling the cold waves of the early morning beach cover your toes with white foam and wet sand.
Falling in love is blushing at the kisses of the crimson rose as it gently brushes against your cheek.
Falling in love is the smell of the dew on the grass after a calming night of rain.
Falling in love is the lullaby of his heart beat as my ear rests on his chest while watching the full bright moon in the midnight sky.
Falling in love is mother nature's gift to those who have the patience to find it.

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