A woman in love is an undeniable force of nature.
She sees only him, and in his eyes, she finds her everything.
The way she adores him, with every breath,
The way she waits for him, as if time stands still,
The way she trusts him, with a heart that knows no fear.
She may get upset over the smallest things,
Her tears fall freely, for love is her most delicate truth.
She craves his touch, his voice, his presence –
Every second, longing to be close, to be his.
This is how she loves – giving all of herself,
Yet never asking for anything in return.
God, how I adore being a woman in love.

She sees only him, and in his eyes, she finds her everything.
The way she adores him, with every breath,
The way she waits for him, as if time stands still,
The way she trusts him, with a heart that knows no fear.
She may get upset over the smallest things,
Her tears fall freely, for love is her most delicate truth.
She craves his touch, his voice, his presence –
Every second, longing to be close, to be his.
This is how she loves – giving all of herself,
Yet never asking for anything in return.
God, how I adore being a woman in love.
