Now I Believe

Love…
… has my heart singing in harmony with yours. Had someone suggested I’d mellow into such happiness, I’d not have accepted it was possible. Now I believe. Now I’m in love. Now I know joy I never imagined feasible.

French romantic, poet and novelist Victor Hugo
man_singing_to_girlWhat
a grand
thing,
to
be
loved!
What
a grander
thing
still,
to
love!

Not Always Forceful

Love…
…saved me. The caring of friends began my healing, the support of a former lover was good medicine and learning to love myself was the cure. Strength is not always forceful and bold. Love is tender, gentle and arrives softly, but is strong beyond measure.

American psychiatrist and author Karl A. Menninger
2b7071c0dd5430850a5d5cdin7 photo for blog editLove
cures
people,
both
the
ones
who
give
it
and
the
ones
who
receive
it.

So This Is Love

Love…
…is taking me where I’ve not been before. At times you leave me barely able to speak. At others you inspire me to write about my love for you with a depth and quantity I have never expressed to anyone before.


From “So This Is Love” from Cinderella (David/Hoffman/Livingston)

original editSo this
is love.
So this
is what
makes life
divine.
I’m all
aglow,
And now
I know
the key
to all heaven
is mine.

It’s Here

Love…
…lasted long enough. Our first chance was long ago when we were too young and immature to successfully make a life together. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine we’d get a second chance. Oh, my love, it’s here!

From “The Book of Happy Endings…” by Elise Valmorbida
Favim_com-33789EIDTOld love, I thought I’d never see the time
because of all we’ve done and often said
when I’d be yours, my dear, and you’d be mine.
And what relief to soften, and resign
the battle of the heart over the head.
old love, I thought I’d never see the time
When qualms and cold feet that could undermine
all we’ve held out for, dissipate instead
now that I’m yours, my dear and you are mine.
I’m still amazed how our two lives align
the two of us! A pair! Take it as read,
old love, I thought I’d never see the time
The tangle of our jumpers in the line,
the battle for the blankets in our bed
confirm that I am yours, and you are mine.
So then, this is my pledge, my valentine:
my hand’s in yours for all that lies ahead.
Oh love, there’s never been a better time
now that I’m yours, and finally, you’re mine.

Love Is Permanent

Love…
…never fades completely away regardless of what happens. Sometimes love pales to a faint ember. For others the coals glow brilliant red always. Large or small, love is permanent. It can’t be thrown away, cast aside or extinguished.

Newspaper editor, poet, novelist and biographer Laura Benet
Path-of-love[3]If the
sum
of
living
be
love’s
fee,
Tremble.
You
are
my
one
eternity.

Highly Desirable Malfunction

Love…
…is a wildly misunderstood, although highly desirable, malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.

American author and social commentator Fran Lebowitz
7F8BC90633FA417984AA49F50A618ABFRomantic
love
is
mental
illness.
But
it’s
a
pleasurable
one.

Without Reservation

Love…
…is spilling out of me. The more I learn to love myself, the greater the abundance of affection I have to give another. When heart, mind and soul overflow together love is ready to be given without reservation.

From “The Witch Of Portobello” by Brazilian writer Paulo Coelho
romantic-photos-kisses-part3-6_largeEDITReason
lost the
battle,
and
all I
could
do was
surrender
and
accept
I was in love.

By Love Bent

Love…
…transforms people and alters lives. No one remains the same after it finds them. Much like wind and weather bends and shapes a sapling; each of us is by love formed and fashioned.

From the book “Come to My Senses” by Peter McWilliams
120620-155001-Shaped_by_nature-large EDITLove…
no matter
what you
feel it for,
is still love.
The object does not
change the emotion.
But the emotion
quite often
changes the object.

All These Things

Love…
…is mystery. Or maybe it is happiness; or a communion of kindred spirits. Or maybe love is a tender touch and a gentle hand. Surely it must be passion, hope and the stuff of dreams. Love is all these things and a hundred more like them.

German philosopher, poet and composer Friedrich Nietzsche
handing off my heartWhat else
is love but
understanding
and rejoicing
in the fact
that another
person lives,
acts, and experiences…