My Kind Of Love
I want a love where the door is held open for me.
The love that pulls out chairs, and strokes my head when Iβm unwell.
The type of love that is kind, peaceful and soft.
The kind of love that makes me feel safe, and Iβd never dare flinch.
I want someone who will hold my hand and kiss my forehead in a crowd full of people.
Where I never have to second guess if their intentions are pure and genuine.
That love where we build empires together, and support each other to grow.
Choosing our favourite pumpkins in a patch, to carve that same very night.
Where we cuddle up in front of the fire on a cold Christmas morning.
We dance and sing in the rain, to share that romance-movie passionate kiss.
Where we book a flight on a whim, because anywhere together is better than not having each other at all.
I want to receive my kind of love.
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