Glowing With Love

I love…
…the text messages you send filled with your sweet and loving words.  When reading what you write I find myself smiling on the outside and glowing with love on the inside.
American author Henry Jackson van Dyke
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.

Full Sense of the Sweetness

I love…
…that you are such a good cook.  It is wonderful to be in love with a beautiful woman with so many gifts and talents.
Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett, May 25, 1846
Every now and then
the full sense of the sweetness
collects itself and overcomes me entirely,
as now…
I am blessed by you
in a hundred unspeakable ways…

Nothing in the World Matters

I love…
… how you pull me close when we hug and hold me for a long, long time.  You are never in a rush to let go.  Nothing in the world matters at that moment except you and me.

From “A Simple Hug” by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr
A hug is
An amazing thing.
It’s just the perfect way
To show
The love
We’re feeling
But can’t find
The words to say.

Shiver, Tremble and Shutter

I love…
…how you softly shiver, tremble and shutter when I kiss and nibble tenderly on your neck and left shoulder. 
The Meaning of Kisses
Kiss on the hand:  FRIENDSHIP.
Kiss on the nose:  YOU’RE CUTE.
Kiss on the cheek:  I NEED YOU.
Kiss on the neck:  I WANT YOU.
Kiss on the shoulder:  I DESIRE YOU.
Kiss on the lips:  I LOVE YOU.
Kissing with eyes closed:  I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU.

What Bliss Is

I love…
…how you make love to me.  No one has ever moved me like you do.  I know what bliss is now.
Indian guru and mystic, Sri Sathva Sai Baba
Where there is FAITH,
There is LOVE;
Where there is LOVE;
There is PEACE;
Where there is PEACE;
There is GOD;
Where there is GOD;
There is BLISS.”

Let’s Kiss for Christmas

I love…
…remembering when we went to see the big Christmas lights display, walking through it holding hands, arm in arm and sneaking in kisses.  What a wonderful time we had. 
Let’s Kiss For Christmas By Trade Martin
Let’s Kiss For Christmas,
For our love is strong,
Let’s Kiss For Christmas,
Together is where we belong,
With passion so much brighter,
Than any sparkling light,
We’ve waited so long,
And prayed for this night,
Let’s Kiss For Christmas.

Our Gaze Still Locked

I love…
…after kissing when our faces are only a few inches apart and we look directly into each other’s eyes for a little while and then kiss again with our gaze still locked onto each other.
Nicholas Gordon from
Passion understands far more than reason,
Seeing in the dark with more than sight.
Truth, in truth, can vary with the season,
Nor can you ever know you’ve got it right.
So throw yourself into the stream of being
And let the moment take you where it will.
Fear does nothing for the bitter keening
That only love’s sweet sacrifice can still.

A Phantom of Delight

I love…
…the way you like to sit beside me nestled as close against me as you can comfortably get.  Feeling your side against mine like that stirs a warmth inside me; a feeling of being deeply loved.
From “She Was a Phantom of Delight” by William Wordsworth
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light.

Crawled Into the Light

I love…
…how you put your hand on my arm and kept it there for a long while the first time I had dinner with you, your sister and Mom and Dad. In that simple way you told them how you felt about me.

Author Unknown
I climbed up the door
and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed
and crawled into the light
All because you kissed me goodnight!

Noble Delights

I love…
…reading aloud poems to you while you lay curled up against me, often with your eyes closed, listening intently to what I read.  Those are very special moments!

By George Sand, pseudonym for Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin
One who draws noble delights
from sentiments of poetry
is a true poet,
though he or she
has never written a line
in all their life.