From that moment on, you became “the star” I looked for every night, my “miracle in December,” my “first love.”
I used to ask myself… “What is love” before I met you. Now “my answer” is …
Love is… wiping your tears and whispering, “Baby, don’t cry,” because it’s “my turn to cry.”
Love is… waiting for you to “call me, baby” so I can shower you with “kisses and hugs” and keep telling you how much I “love, love, love” you.