It hits me in waves, my love for her. Beginning with excitement about what I desire in her mental or spiritual, then substantiated by rolling over in bed to see her beautiful face that matches the beauty of her aforementioned intangibles. It is like a soldier that dies in battle. The intangible of his bravery is made physical and actual by his actions, an event in the real world that we can see and touch. So too with her, the intangible of my love for her is made real and physical in her beauty so that I can kiss its mouth.