That’s the Point of It

I love…
…that you don’t care that I wake up with my hair sticking up all over the place like Albert Einstein.  You’ve never once laughed at me and instead told me I looked cute!

Fran Lebowitz in an interview with John Winokur

Romantic love
is mental illness.

But it’s a pleasurable one.

…It distorts reality,
and that’s the point of it…

Your Love Filled the Void

I love…
…how thoughtful you are.  All the little things you do warm my heart and make me feel special.

From “Almost Love” by Joan M. Schumack
I never intended
to fall in love
Another parting
paralyzed me
to the thought
of romance,
then you entered my life.

Your love of life
filled the void
of my loveless life.

The Way Your Eyes Shine

I love…
…how much respect and understanding you treat me with.  You cause me to feel loved beyond what I have known before.

From “Love Poem #37” by Scotty Wright
The whisper of your voice,
the warmth of your touch,
so many little things
that make me love you so much.
The way you support me,
and help with my emotions,
the way that you care
and show such devotion.
The way your eyes shine
when you look at me,
lost with you forever
is where I want to be.
I could go on for days,
telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know
is my love for you is real.

Everything You Do

I love…
… when you bring me a second cup of coffee in the morning while I am writing at my desk and then you kiss me on the cheek just before walking away.

From “The Way You Make Me Feel” by Amanda Standridge
You make me
Feel special,
You make me
Feel new,
You make me
Feel loved,
With everything
You do.

Embroidered by Imagination

I love…
…how much I enjoy looking at you, being with you and just enjoying your company.  We never seem to run out of things to talk about.

French writer Voltaire (François-Marie Arouet)
We make love with our eyes.
We make love with our hands.
We make love with our bodies.
We make love with our hearts.
Love is a canvas
Furnished by Nature
And embroidered by imagination.


The Spirit of You

I love…
…that when you made the bed last Sunday morning you left a card hidden between the sheets for me to find that night at bedtime.

Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning June 19, 1846
… the spirit of you
and the influence of you
are always close to my spirit
when it discerns any beauty
or feels any joy;
if I am happy on any day
it is through you…
whether you are absent
or present,
and ever dearest…

Of Sweet Surrender

I love…
…when I open my closet and see your red robe hanging there that you leave for when you stay with me.

From “Passion’s Flames” by Jeffrey Carter
A touch,
Soft and tender.
A whisper,
Full of desire.
A gasp
Of sweet surrender,
As passion
fuels the fire.

A Word Billowing Enough

I love…
…that you are sweet and loving yet high-spirited and passionate.  You’ll always be young at heart!
Take from “The Sun” By Mary Oliver
…have you ever felt
for anything
such wild love—
do you think
there is anywhere,
in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure…