It is said that it is the ecstasy which makes hearts beat faster, faces flush, and legs tremble before the beloved one.

It is said that to love is to hold tight and, in that embrace, watch the sun go down the horizon and fall asleep until being awaken by the morning.

It is said that love is that feeling which makes human beings write poems, recite sonnets and compose serenades...

Yes, these are all love expressions. Love from one being to another.

Holding hands, bodies closed together swinging at the sound of the music. Embraces. Kisses.

However, true love is when all these things survive after years of companionship.

To love is to feel pleasure being together; it is to hear each other, to lull one another.

During sad days, love is the musical note that hums hope in attentive ears.

It is to make a declaration of love; it is to recite verses long after the arabesques made by the wrinkles appear on the faces and the hair gets sprinkled with snow and silver, by the sweet touch of time.

To love is, after the children became grown-ups and grandchildren are at sight, to dance under the moonlight, in the garden of the house or at the apartment balcony, and being observed by a starry sky.

To love is to surprise the other with a flower, at anytime.

It is to go out to have a juice, only one, in the same glass, using two straws. Only to touch each other's nose and make the eyes smile.

It is to split a pizza, just to share the calories. It is so many small things, big, huge ones...

It is to say: Leave it, I will do it. You are too tired.

It is to pick up the children from school, shower them, give them dinner and when he gets back home, be ready and say: Let us go out for dinner, just the two of us?

It is to discover what can make the other one happier. It is to worry about him.

It is to say something about a new haircut, give compliments about a new dress.

It is to hold the other one's hand in hospital, while your beloved one is recovering.

It is to talk about hope looking for better days, when the shadows of despair are above your home.

To love is to watch a film together, talk about it later and...watch it again, just to share the positive vibrations of the first time.

It is to remember his birthday, and to surprise him on that day.

Thus, true love is the one that gets stronger with the years, gets mature with time and perpetuates along a lifetime.

Think about it and ask yourself if you truly love.

Think about the last time you made a declaration of love, paid a compliment, gave a gift.

When was the last time you went out for dinner, to dance, to wander about?

When was the last time you went out holding hands, went to a show and put your heads closed together...?

Think.

And if you find out it has been a long time ago, surprise your beloved one today still.

Invite. Invent, show that in your heart the sublime feeling still lives, strong, tough, and wonderfully present.

But do it today.

Do not stop the gesture, do not miss the chance.

Tomorrow can be a moment that will never come.