…lasts. It endures. It simply is. Like all energy, that of the heart can be neither created nor destroyed. With its wonder and beauty, love can only morph, grow or change form.
Archive for December, 2012
…can paint full color over monochrome and drown self-doubt with belief. It can replace frail vulnerability with strength and restless thought with clarity of purpose. Love is the re-shaper of lost hope and restorer of faded faith. As food is to the body, love is to the soul.
“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
have only dreams;
I have spread my dreams
under your feet;
because you tread
on my dreams.
…does not require the focus of the heart to be present to be strong and lasting. Mature and secure love lasts whether together or not. The willingness to love from a distance shows love’s greatest depth.
“The Physics of Love” by Charles Brasch
The mutual magnetism of love
Nullifies every other force
That acts upon two infected bodies.
Even gravity is weakened as
They leap obstacles,
ride on the commonest occasions
Six inches above the unbelieving ground.
…is this swelling feeling in my chest when I think of you; it is the sparkle in my soul when I recall spending time with you; it is an inexplicable knowing no one will ever touch me like you; it’s an emotional force stronger than any other I’ve known.
Dialogue from the Fox Network T.V. show “The OC”
I don’t pretend to know
what love is for everyone,
but I can tell you what it is for me;
love is knowing all about someone,
and still wanting to be with them
more than any other person,
love is trusting them enough
to tell them everything
about yourself, including
the things you might be ashamed of,
love is feeling comfortable
and safe with someone,
but still getting weak knees
when they walk into a room
and smile at you.
…is tested by time. Like water, some evaporates over time till little to nothing remains. Then there is love that flows onward keeping its depth and fullness like a spring fed pond ever flowing fresh, strong and inviting.
From a Robert Browning letter to Elizabeth Barrett Dec. 31, 1845
…this is my first song,
my true song -
this love I bear you -
I look into my heart
and then let it go forth
under that name – love.
I am more than mistrustful
of many other feelings in me:
they are not earnest enough;
so far true enough -
but this is all the flower of my life
which you call forth
and which lies at your feet.
…is deep and true when one can realize being daily with the person of their affection is not necessary for love to survive. To bear that weight in one’s heart gladly at a distance is a certain mark of a mature and healthy love.
Victorian novelist Mary Anne Evans under pen name George Eliot
than to feel
to be at one
with each other
…in its richest form is rare. If it touches you, decades later its mark will be felt even if long ago you lost the one in your heart. True love really does last forever.
Taken from a poem posted on http://www.booksie.com/ by Barbarolvr93
Forever in me,
you will be.
Forever my love,
sent from above.
Forever in my life,
you are mine.
Forever in my eyes,
you will always shine.
Forever my star,
seen from afar.
Forever my soul,
you make me whole.
You are the one,
I will love, forever.
…that burned once leaves embers in the heart that can last a life time. Sometime if fanned just right the remains can leap into flame once again. Some love comes and goes; some arrives and never departs.
…in its truest form is not bound by the passage of time; much of what once was felt within, remains. Years temper the treasures of the heart and the object of one’s emotion does not need a present tense to continue to be loved.
English Novelist, Critic and Dramatist, Seymour Walpole
The most wonderful
of all things in life,
I believe, is the discovery
of another human being
with whom one’s relationship
has a glowing depth,
beauty and joy…
This inner progressiveness of love
between two human beings
is a most marvelous thing.
It cannot be found by looking for it
or by passionately wishing for it.
It is a sort of Divine accident.
…has ups and downs. If it doesn’t and is always the same then what is present is not love. Within difficulty it is the strength of the shared good times that makes love more durable and flexible.