Love

Love is the minute when you see her sitting over the room. She is sitting with her companion chuckling and after that looks toward you. It's the easily overlooked details that you get on in the wake of being enamored for two or three months. Her eyes crease when she grins, her eyes illuminate when you give her something she cherishes and the adorable embraces she gives you.
Her cheeks go red when you find her searching for your garments to wear and her lip chomps when she is concentrating, being enticing, clowning around. It is propensity for her.

At long last you arrive at the conclusion,

She's perfect.