Love is not saying three words for reassurance nor is it insecurity.
It is the stable breathing of the person next to you
and the increasing certainty of being loved back
with every change of season.

Being in love destroys the phrase "I love you"
making words astoundingly meaningless.
How could the English language,or any language,
mean the slightest when compared to  
the soft pecks on your cheek, the comfortably long eye contact
or the warmth of his presence.  
The man constructed form of communication can thread together
a seemingly endless string of lies, but the heart doesn't know
how to suppress what it feels let alone lie.

The heart feels and loudly expresses what it knows
in the form of piercing waves every time his hand
brushes the hair out of your face.
The only reassurance in love is the kind that is provided
by the heart, triggered by his cold finger tips gliding on your skin.
Its love that awakens you to feel and listen.

Love is heard loudest in silent rooms
where the heart beats to the rhythm of the mind.
Every thud being a new word in a language that is much more intimate than any word to escape from the tine of his loving tongue.  
Every beat followed by a relieving exhalation.
An exhale which disguises sweet thoughts
regarding the fact that your body is
a language i want to be fluent in.

Love is spoken through the soul
and seen from the way his eyes light up to an extent that shames even the moon in a dark October sky.

Love is an emotion of the heart, not a phrase.
Love is not worrisome or unsure.
And that's why when your in love and someone tells you they love you ,
you instinctively answer with
"I always knew".