Love is remembering I like red velvet cake,
And not needing an emergency brake.
Love is putting a strawberry in my champagne,
And massaging away all of my pain.
Love is cooking for me late at night,
And kissing me in candlelight.
Love is holding me when I cry,
And never asking why.
Love is accepting the lime in my cider,
And always making my smiles wider.
Love is painting my toes,
And pretending to propose.
Love is you. Love is us. Love is knowing we are enough.