My description is :

There’s a quiet magic in the way we look at each other —like we're the only thing in the room that matters. It’s not in the grand declarations or the sweeping gestures, but in the little moments: the way we touche each others hand in passing, or the way our eyes soften when we're thinking of something sweet to say. Together, we are a testament to love’s quiet power, to the beauty of two souls choosing each other over and over again.