True love is not hot kisses and gentle hug. It's the feeling which makes you want to kiss and hug.

You bring rainbows, sunshine, butterflies and sweet kisses into my life.

Your lips are like honey and your hugs are warmer than the blanket. Your kisses are like wine, I want to get drunk.

I've become addicted to your kisses and touch.

I love the way you hold me in your arms when I am drifting asleep. I love the way you gently tuck my hair when you think I do not notice. I love the way you give me butterfly kisses so that it wouldn't disturb my sleep. Most of all, I love the way I feel secure and loved  your arms.

Small things mean a lot: Tight hugs, cute texts, long replies, holding hands, kisses on the forehead.

Remember, you may not be everyone's cup of tea, but you're somebody's double shot of whisky.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.