Belated Valentine's Day?
Feb. 15th, 2010 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My internet crapped out and I couldn't post what I'd spent a good, healthy amount of time on (um, two hours of image-hunting and photoshopping is healthy, right?). But you know what? We shouldn't reserve our love for ONLY Valentine's Day, right? Love is an emotion we use every day, hour, minute. I certainly do hope it is.
So let's share the love, bask in it, adore it.

I love thee from the tips of your hair ...

To the curl of your brow ...

To the shine of your eyes ...

And depth of your stare.

I love the decor on your nose.

And the turn of your mouth ...

The bite of your lips ...

And the twist of your smirk.

I love the tease of your tongue ...

The bow of your frown ...

The joy of your laugh ...

And the slide of your jaw.

I love the shape of your chin.

The length of your neck ...

The bend in your back ...

And the strength in your chest.

I love the pull of your arm ...

The bumps of your fingers ...

The cut of your body ...

And the cloth that you wear.

I love the bits that you layer ...

The adornments you choose ...

The sprawl of your limbs ...

The bulk of your thighs ...

And the arc of your legs.

I even love thee to edge of your toes.

It is you ... That I adore.

For all you have done ...

And all you will.

&hearts &hearts &hearts
So let's share the love, bask in it, adore it.
I love thee from the tips of your hair ...
To the curl of your brow ...
To the shine of your eyes ...
And depth of your stare.
I love the decor on your nose.
And the turn of your mouth ...
The bite of your lips ...
And the twist of your smirk.
I love the tease of your tongue ...
The bow of your frown ...
The joy of your laugh ...
And the slide of your jaw.
I love the shape of your chin.
The length of your neck ...
The bend in your back ...
And the strength in your chest.
I love the pull of your arm ...
The bumps of your fingers ...
The cut of your body ...
And the cloth that you wear.
I love the bits that you layer ...
The adornments you choose ...
The sprawl of your limbs ...
The bulk of your thighs ...
And the arc of your legs.
I even love thee to edge of your toes.
It is you ... That I adore.
For all you have done ...
And all you will.
&hearts &hearts &hearts