Love to me is when we both cuddle in one blanket during rainy days, yearning for each other's warmth embrace, waiting too much for the aroma of sentimentality to explode.

Love to me is when my perfume wraps you around, my hands fixe on your waist, my eyes stuck on yours in search for the burning desire, holding you tight in fear of losing you, then we turn into million euphorias.

Love to me is when I pull you close and closer to my chest, your head slightly bent on my chest, listening to the trillion words spoken by my heart, you raise your head to look me in the eyes with eagerness and expectation, hoping to find hope in my arms, then with a resonating smile, I let loose a kiss on your neck.
To assure you, I hold your face in my hands, Staring constantly into your eyes, your knees sweep under you, I drop a kiss on your strawberry lips.
Love to me...