…is thinking of you in the morning after I first get up and at night as I am going to sleep. It is a casual thought of you at lunch time and when driving home. At random moments all throughout my day you are on my mind, always hoping you are well and going good.
Writer and spiritual leader Rabbi Julius Gordon
So until we meet again,
I am thinking of you
I love you;
I wish you were here…
In my arms.
…is in reality, quite new to me; not what I thought love was, but what I am learning love really is. I used to think passion was the first step but with you I am learning becoming true and real friends should come first. Without it, the first flash of fire is often a destroyer.
An anonymous caption found on a Flickr.com photo post
If you’re alone,
I’ll be your shadow.
If you want to cry,
I’ll be your shoulder.
If you want a hug,
I’ll be your pillow.
If you need to be happy,
I’ll be your smile…
you need a friend,
I’ll just be me.
…simple and beautiful can be found watching a caring couple share a meal in a restaurant. The magic is in their almost continuous conversation, the near constant eye contact as they talk and the way they smile at each other: just like you and I!
Original author unknown – Anonymous
When you’re lonely,
I wish you love.
When you’re down,
I wish you joy.
When you’re troubled,
I wish you peace.
When things are complicated,
I wish you simple beauty.
When things look empty,
I wish you hope.
…expressed plainly is an afternoon road trip down Route 66 with no time restraint or particular place to go. It amazes me how we can comfortably talk for hours and hours yet not run out of things to converse about.
Saying taken from an old Swedish proverb
…may come and stay, but always remains free to come or go. It can never be caged or contained nor made to happen or be bought. Love is elusive if chased yet never far away. It is a gift above all others.
English novelist and poet Charlotte Bronte
…makes no sense. It is illogical, uncertain, tentative, hard and often sorrowful. Love makes sense. It is logical, certain, sure, easy and happy. Love is a beautiful paradox of opposites.
“I Know Not” by James Browning
Is it her smile or the curl of her hair?
I really can’t tell yet, I’m still unaware.
Why like iron to magnet am I pulled her way?
I have no logic about that which I can display.
It is tenderness of her hand’s gentle touch?
That answer I wish I knew so very much.
Why like an angel does she appear to me?
I know sure its true, yet no proof do I see.
Is it her kiss or body next to mine in a hug?
That certain answer is only known high above.
Why is she near yet so distant and far away?
Only guesses I offer, No answer can I say.
Is she going to be with me never or soon?
At near Noon or at night under a bright moon?
Is she running away from me, never to return?
I know not except for her I yearn and yearn.
…more varied than the weather; often sunny, but sometimes stormy; frequently warm but sometimes cold; regularly pleasant but sometimes uncomfortable; repeatedly inviting but sometimes repelling. Never are two days of love ever exactly the same.
Irish novelist and short story writer Elizabeth Bowen
… arrives like lightning. Growing close takes time, but realizing you have fallen in love comes in a sudden spark like a switch abruptly thrown. Love’s realization comes unexpectedly swift in its own good time.
From “If I fell” by Lennon and McCartney
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand?
Cos I’ve been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands.
…like wind, snow, sun and rain is a force of nature, but it’s the only one felt from the inside out as it blows, snows, burns and falls within.
Musician and poet John Lennon
There are two basic motivating forces:
fear and love.
When we are afraid,
we pull back from life.
When we are in love,
we open to all that life
has to offer with
passion, excitement, and acceptance.
Art by Lena Karpinskyto http://www.ARTbyLENA.com
…means I can go days not seeing you without growing restless or wondering if something is wrong. How often we communication does not really matter much either. What we share is the first time romantic love has not brought me a steady flow of anguish and intrigue.
French memoirist Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
is to love
is to fire;