13 de febrero de 2010

35 Reasons I Love You

I can be myself when I am with you.
Your idea of romance is dim lights, soft music, and just the two of us.
Because you make me feel like, like, like I have never felt before.
I can tell you anything, and you won't be shocked.
Your undying faith is what keeps the flame out of love alive.
You and me together, we can make magic.
We're a perfect match.
Thinking of you, fills me with a wonderful feeling.
Your love gives me the feeling, that the best is still ahead.
You never give up on me, and that's what keeps me going.
You are simply irresistible.
I love you because you bring the best out of me.
Your terrific sense of humor.
Every time I look at you, my heart misses a beat.
You're the one who holds the key to my heart.
You always say what I need to hear (You are perfect).
You have taught me the true meaning of love.
Love is, what you mean to me - and you mean everything.
You are my theme for a dream.
I have had the time of my life and I owe it all to you.
When I look into your eyes, I can see your heart.
Your love for me is a natural anti-depressant.
I love to hear your voice.
Your love has helped me to rediscover myself.
Your love is an effective anti-dote to despair.
I love to wake up with you by my side...It makes my days better.
You always make me feel that you are by my side no matter what.
I love that feeling of being secure when you wrap your arms around me.
I love the way you keep your cool when I do something stupid.
Just being with you feels like I can defy the whole world.
You mean the world to me.
I like your small gestures that speak volumes about how much you care.
I love the way you treasure the gifts that I gave you.
I love the way you patch up with me after a tumultuous fight.
And, of-course, your intelligence, 'cause you were smart enough to fall in love with me ;-)

Happy Valentine's Day My Love!!

11 de febrero de 2010

Receta del amor

Me dispongo a elaborar la receta del amor, tres ingredientes básicos que son: Querer, ayudar y respetar.
Todos ellos con un toque de locura y añadimos por encima el verbo llorar.
Lo pongo en la sartén, para quitar el orgullo, que es lo que engorda, lo mezclo con sinceridad y me sale una mezcla fabulosa.
Aún no he terminado... ¿tendrán romanticismo? Bajaré a comprarlo.
Me contaron que de eso ya no había, que se acabo con esta sociedad fría, pedí un poco de sentimiento, pero de eso poca gente tenía.
Mire en el armario, me quedaba un poco de sonrisa, la fui echando mientras pelaba trozos de alegría.
Una vez todo mezclado lo introduje en el horno, lo saque con cuidado y tu nombre salió grabado...