If you ever wonder about this thing we call love,
it isn't just something we say, just to have something to speak of.
This word is often thrown around like a satchel or a ball.
The only thing similar about our love is that you must hold it tight, don't let it fall.
Love brings us humor with a simple shared laugh and a smile.
This wonder of love is filled with lightness; we can carry it for miles.
The wonder of our love is in the kindness that we bestow.
This always fosters trust, helping our relationship to grow.
The wonder of the deep connection shared between us two.
Builds towers of intimacy; I'm ready to continue climbing, too.
Our love is understanding, with each thought that we possess.
This deepens the bond between us, relieving so much stress.
The wonder of appreciation for the love we have for one another.
keeps us both grounded and unflinching because of  any others.
Our love is so wondrous; it seems to thrive together.
When these moments intertwine as they have done so authentically, this is a sign of a wondrous love forever.

Two months of tender love,
We felt it from the time we connected as if it was sent from above.  
Your love for me developed as quickly as mine did for you.
Baby tender love between us is something true.
There is no one else in this world I would rather be so deeply connected by the heart.
Such tender, love in each tender kiss. Man, our kisses are surely missed when we're apart.
Your tender touch on my face, with the brush of your finger.
Those tender touches last and I always want them to linger.
The way you tenderly hold my face and pull it so close, I want more.
My face has never loved closeness as much as a touch from yours.
The tender way you hold me and we nuzzle our faces into one another.
This tender closeness is a feeling, a feeling like no other.
Your tender fingers grasping ahold of my hand.
Baby, please hold them forever. You're the one who helps me stand.
The way your tender kisses on my neck make me feel.
It's such an amazing rush; I'm thinking, "Is this real?"
Your tender rubbing on my arms and my back, then moving slowly down my sides.
When you're rubbing on me like that baby it drive me some good kind of crazy, making me almost lose my mind.
Your tender voice when you speak such sweet words to your girl.
Baby, these words you say make me start spinning into a beautiful whirl. But most of all, it's the way we share our tender hugs together.
We simply melt into one another so much so that, baby, I'm melted to you forever.

Baby you have ruined me as much as I've ruined you.
The high level of love and connection we have is something hard to duplicate with anyone too.
The way we hug and connect, our bodies so deep and tight,
with another person never feels quite right.  
In the way we kiss, our mouths match with such rhythmic force.
Man, these kisses with anyone other than you will never compare.
Being ruined by you isn't bad, considering our relationship.
Being ruined with you means no one will ever surpass us.
I wouldn't choose anyone else to ruin me.
For its in these past two months I choose ruined for my forever be.

You never know the impact you have on someone's day,
How much you make them breathe a little easier by what you say.
Just imagine they haven't really spoken to anyone all day like you.
It's just something in the way you say things and how you do what you do.
It's feeling really lucky when you and I get one-on-one time.
Baby, I wouldn't trade these moments with you for any amount of dimes
The smile you put on my face is sure to be bright and shine.
Baby, you make me feel so loved and cared for; I'm so glad to call you mine.
So the impact you have upon this heart inside of me.
She'll gladly be in your presence any time that she can be.

I know you say I don't need to stop and drop what I'm doing to run to you.
But if you only knew the magnetic pull within me, so true.
I have forces pulling and pushing me inside that draw me in.
It's not that I can turn it off as if there were a stop button.
I'm emotionally attracted to you and your whole being.
That will never change. So, if there are times that seem awkward and unfair to me,
Trust me, baby, I'm all for you. Nothing can change this. No barriers are strong enough to keep separate the ties that bind us together.
No matter what comes and what goes, not matter where you go I'm only a few steps behind.
Im always here for you because believe me if things were different You'd always be here for me.
No barriers would block you; you'd be free.
You're amazingly awesome, and this all-consuming love runs and overflows. This love will never stop; I'm always here for you.

You, my love, are not a choice; you are a feeling I chose to feel.
You are always the thought in my head, the little voice;
You are a beautiful sound; it is so real.

You are a beautiful strong flower standing out upon the best.
Your the shaded tree that towers up above the rest.

You are one of  life's simplest treasures,
Words you speak pierce my soul.
Your ultimate gift of love is more than I can measure,
You're the pieces that make me whole.

Your smile lights up entire rooms.
You always give me shivers, like a sudden chill.
Your comfort shows me love and makes me feel no more doom.
Your time with me has me feeling thrilled.

You, my love, are not a choice; you are a feeling I chose to feel.

Imagine you're a jar sitting lonely on a shelf,
Sitting unfilled, with dust upon itself.
This jar has held love once before,
But that love has faded; only remnants remain, leaving it such a bore.
Why would a shelf withhold such a plain thing?
Why would it sit amongst shiny items, almost like rings?
Then one day, out of the blue, someone came along and added something to you.
They took a small rag and dusted the top.
They placed their hand on the lid until they heard a pop.
That's when they put in such whispers, so sweet,
Telling of the time of our first meeting.
Then, as days pass, the lid twists undone,
Then things keep being added, like all the times we've had fun.
Then the lid is placed beside the jar on the shelf,
Which yields some beautiful items inside itself.
There's such sweet music coming from inside,
Telling the stories of where love resides.
The jar holds sweet snapshots of time spent together.
This beautiful jar is now surely something to treasure.
If you haven't gathered, this once lonely jar—
It's me and my heart before you came to my car.
You took all you could and have given to me,
Not things that are tangible, but a love that's so free.
This once empty, sad, lonely jar has been filled by your love.
This jar feels more beautiful than the birds flying above.