Love is not glamarous dates, from one glittery venue to the next.

Love is not a dozen roses, turning up each day at your door.

Love is not always constant sex, from the kitchen to the bathroom floor.

Love is not sexy lingerie, in red, leather and black.

Love is the feeling in your stomach when the door closes and you know their back.

Love is not flashy cars, and a wallet full of cash.

Love is not exotic holidays from each month to the next.

Love is not the diamonds that glitter from your ring.

Love is the feeling of happiness, that even in the dullest of days forces you to sing.

Love is not a man to hang of your arm, at social events.

Love is not making sure their tie matches your dress.

Love is not proving a point to your ex.

Love is knowing your strong enough to cope with what comes next.

Love is when things get tough, they are the ones to carry you through.

Love is when your crying they know exactly what to do.

Love is saying it will be alright, and them making you believe that it will.

Love is the bond between you, that would force you to kill.

Love is two people, that can make it alone.