The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me!
True love is not the number of kisses, or how often you get them, true love is the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over.
I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.
Those random kisses on my forehead and the way you smile every time you see me, that means the world to me.
I want to see your smile and hear your laughter. I want to kiss away your hurts and hold you until you know without a doubt that this is for real.
When he wanted to take her picture, he didn't tell her to smile, but told her "I love you" and her smile was more beautiful.
If he makes you laugh, kisses your forehead, says he's sorry, makes an effort, holds your hand, works hard and attempts to understand you, then, believe it or not he's quite perfect.
Waking up and seeing your beautiful smile lets me know that every second counts.