What's really beautiful...

True beauty is the symphony of angels singing while I'm snug in his arms. Maybe this love is really supposed to be beautiful like this. Maybe all the love I felt before, the longing and desire, wasn't really love. Maybe love is a beautiful feeling. It just feels right. My arms around him and his around me. My loss of words when he tells me he cares for me. The songs he sings with his palm gently on my cheek as we lay.

Really, really amazing...