Kisses, hugs, and holding hands.
going on dates and making plans.
breaking the rules and falling in love.
these are the things that love is made of.
to me, that definition just doesn't seem right.
our love isn't laid out in black and white.
our love runs deeper than that, our love means more.
our love is exactly the kind of love I've been looking for.
its the inside jokes and sleepless nights,
that warm feeling I get knowing everything's gonna be alright.
its all the cute nicknames and fun things that we do
its all of these and more that make me love you.
All of these things are great, and don't get me wrong,
Without them I probably wouldn't feel as strong,
But what makes me wonder, and gets me the most
Is the way I feel when your holding me close
And how every time our lips interlace,
a crooked little smile spreads across my face.
