The beauty of love is in the way he holds you, pulled in tight so that his hearts beat against yours, in the way you hold him back, pliant and encompassing and by doing so, you are not just receiving but also giving. 

The strength of love is in the way his hand folds over yours and rearranges itself so that every finger slips in between yours, and your hand soft and strong, he may lead you but you keep him anchored.

The security of love, is like a blanket, like a shield, when his hand is snug against your waist, when you lean in towards him, he says, you're mine and you say, yes, you're mine, doesn't the world only belong to the two of you then?

Hold on tonight, for us,
I would go anywhere for you