• Now, my love, you must uunderstand that I have built you a home in my heart. And there you shall stay for all of an eternity. Wrap me in a blanket of stars and fill my head with thoughts of fairy-tales and a magical thing called "love." The way you describe the lingering joy, you almost speak of it as though you know it fondly-as if you're experiencing it. Now, my love, as our fingers intertwine, and as I lay my head to your comforting shoulder, tell me-look me in the eyes-the story of us. Try and describe my blending emotions as though they were your own. Now, my love, in all truth and honesty...What is love?