Love begins at the first touch; even the first thought or the mere sharing of his presense in the room. It is holding hands in public when no one else will do so. It is shouting to the world that he is yours and you are his. It is the development of mutual interests. It is in the shared body language. It is in appreciating and responding appropriately to his moods and advances. It is in the joy of being a helpmate, companion, and seductress. It is in the quiet moments and the times of excitement. It continues through moments of accomplishment and failure. It is manifest in unselfish devotion. It is the reason for existence and worth any risk. It lingers happily and lazily in one's memory forever.