I see it in the way you smile, love, your lips tugging up and up until it reaches your eyes - beautiful things that wrinkle in all the right ways when you’re happy. Your smile is in your eyes, love, and I feel smiled upon every time I feel you look at me. I hear it in the way you laugh, dear, that rapturous sound filling the air around you like music. It’s certainly music to my ears, dear, and I feel blessed every time I hear that heavenly tune. I feel it in the way you love, my sweet, the way your arms encircle me as if to pull me out of my world and into yours. The brush of your lips over my skin is soft, my sweet, and nothing m