The way he makes me feel is a gracious and happy feeling, he is my love the light of my world. The things he says and does makes my heart flutter. And when our lips meet, well that's a moment, a glimpse, of heaven. As if he were magical, he cast a spell upon me, a love spell, that never wears down. Or gets old as if, we were falling freshly in love each new day. He is always there for me. The way he makes me feel when he holds me in his arms is safe. Like the safety were a web and when I was in his arms the web grew so strong and so beautiful that I never wanted to leave, I would lie there for all eternity, die in his arms. Maybe not die. But if I had to pick a place it would be there. It's not only my web of safety and love, but my web of foreverness, my web of feeling. My web of happiness. My happy place. The way he makes me feel when I think: "He belongs with me" is how can somebody so perfect love me so? And I would hear his soft, lovely voice sing to me "because I simply feel you are my world, my air, You are mine. And always will be." And though, I thought up his words, I thought, "And I want to be yours, forever, longer than forever. The way he makes me feel, when we tell others about us, Us, I like the sound of that beautiful word when it's defintition means me and him. Him, my forever, love. I always had a definition of love when I was little, but since I met him, my definition has changed to something more beautiful, like a butterfly, fluttering in the wind, or a bird, learning to fly, something fresh, and beautiful. That is the way he makes me feel. Something more than love could be.