The Way It Should Be

My definition of love.

Your eyes are on me
And your lips curve
Into that silly little smile that you get
When you are about to tickle me
Or attack my face with kisses
That silly little smile grows
And I'm on the floor
Kicking and screaming
Our laughter echoes throughout the house
Then we're running
Running outside
Barefoot in the cool grass
And the warm sunshine
Then on our backs
Spread eagle
Breathing faster
And faster
And faster
Your breath on my ear
And you're wispering softly
Oh, so softly
"I love you"
It's like a blood rush to the head, really
Because I know it's the truth
And believe me
I love you, too