Lights the Unknown

…bridges gaps, fills crevices and lights the unknown. It allows a person known only for days to feel like an old friend and one known for years to seem like they have always been there at your side.

Irish novelist and poet James Joyce
His heart danced
upon her movements
like a cork upon a tide.
He heard what
her eyes said
to him from beneath
their cowl
and knew that
in some dim past,
whether in life
or revery, he had heard
their tale before.

With Your Heart

…is a simple feeling with a most difficult explanation. It’s like you can’t stand to be without that person, you think of them first thing in the morning and they are your last thought for the night. You can feel love but never grasp its meaning in any one moment.

American author and humorist Mark Twain

First and Last Love

…the first time is like nothing else. Love the last time is beyond even that. First love arrives in youth when it is hoped for and even expected. Love the last time comes unexpectedly after one has lost hope of it ever appearing again.

Theoretical physicist and philosopher Albert Einstein
How on earth
are you ever
going to explain
in terms of
and physics
so important
a biological
as first love?

When It Is True and Real

…brings understanding and empathy when it is true and real. I’m grateful for when I am feeling down and you say encouraging words; when you can tell I need to be alone and give me space; and when I need it most you say or write something that makes me feel loved near the very moment I need it.

American actress Kirstie Alley
No matter how hard you try,
you can’t close your heart forever.
And the minute you open it up,
you never know what’s going
to come in. But when it does,
you just have to go for it!
Because if you don’t,
there’s not point in being here.

First Stab of Love

…that is true and kind can be a completely new experience for those who have spent their adult life emotionally dysfunctional, being abused or lost in addiction. Wonderful and scary at the same time, for these what appears in the heart is new like it might be for a ‘normal’ sixteen year old’s first love.

From “The Luxe” by American Writer Anna Godbersen
a sunset,
a blaze

All This and More

…is an elixir for life. A dose can temper sadness; give strength to the sick; lend hope to the hopeless and help a broken heart to feel again. All this and more I have felt since love brought us together.

A group of sayings about love assembled into a poem
Insanity and love are very much alike;
you’re crazy in both states.
Love can make you do things
that you never thought possible!
Because something won’t last forever,
doesn’t mean it can’t last a lifetime.
Love brings tears to our eyes;
yet it also brings smiles upon our lips.
Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the heart and soul!
When I say I love you,
I mean I accept you the way you are
and I expect the same from you.
You need trust to love,
but first you need to love in order to trust.
Be true to love,
and love will be true to you.

As Impossible As Directing the Sky

…can not be owned for it is the owner; love can not be possessed for it is the possessor; love can not be a slave for it is the master. To be in control of love is as impossible as directing the sky to do one’s will.

Contemporary romance author Rachael Wade
Love couldn’t be moved
by circumstance,
poor choices,
or even blatant lies;
skewed and damaged, yes,
but the heart can’t deny
what it wants most
once the desire is planted.
Whether in bliss or affliction,
love owns you all the same.

Emotional Stew

…brings together how you and I are alike and stirs them in with lots ways of we are different. The resulting emotional stew tastes new and different each time I taste the recipe love has made of us.

American writer and essayist Todd Ruthman
It is the things
in common
that make
but it is
the little
that make

The Sparkling In My Eyes

…brings a rise in my chest and fills me with a warm expanding inward glow when we embrace. There is a connection at such moments I can’t explain but I am certain anyone who looks can see the sparkling in my eyes long after.

From “On the Jellicoe Road” by Melinda Marchetta
When I turn around,
he cups my face in his hands
and he kisses me so deeply
that I don’t know
who is breathing for who,
but his mouth
and tongue taste
like warm honey.
I don’t know how long it lasts,
but when I let go of him,
I miss it already.