To many it’s just another day, but for me it’s another twenty-four hours we get to be in love. Thank you for sharing the good times and being here with me in the difficult ones.
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To love is meaningful. To be loved means more. But to be loved by the person I love brings everything: joy, understanding, forgiveness, passion, friendship, tenderness and devotion.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to be a hundred minus one day. Then I won’t have to live a day without you. The longer we are together the more you are the reason for every breath I take.
…brings hope for the other persons highest good; always wishing the best for him or her. When done without thought or premeditation love shows its utmost form.
Popular short poem with an unknown author
I wish you enough sun
to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain
to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness
to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain
so that the smallest joys
in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain
to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss
to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos
to get you through the final goodbye.
…fills the soul with hope; the heart with possibility; the spirit with faith; and the mind with optimism. It is the stuff dreams can be made of.
From “Love Is the Stuff that Dreams Are Made of” by Caroline Blosser
is not a sentence
or a paragraph.
It’s more like
in a single note
all the truths
of this strange existence.
…that the foundation of what we share is true friendship. Such a bond gives a firm footing for what we feel for each other. Such a love is not fleeting because it rests on solid ground.
From “Everything” by an on-line author pennamed ‘Ann Marie’
Just when I think I’ve lost my way
Something illuminates the dark
There you are leading the way
Love shining from your heart.
Your smile and laugh urge me on
And encourage me to be strong.
Your loving support helps me stand
When the road is rough and long.
…the many little things that endear you to me: the way you linger in a hug; the sensation of your hand in mine; the feeling of your slender back when I hold you; the way your eyes dance like a child when you laugh and how you enjoy the attentions of an old-fashioned chivalrous man like me.
…how beautiful you were dressed in all white the day of our wedding. Happiness beamed from your face.
Woodrow Wilson to Edith Galt just before they married
You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest, most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence, my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate, loving association could have increased them. You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write.