…is beyond my ability to explain. But without doubt I know I love you. There’s concrete proof in my heart, mind and soul that will take a lifetime to unfold. Will you marry me?
Archive for July, 2013
…is a subject I long tried to make sense of. Success eluded me until I stopped trying. The answer arrived wrapped in an old red shirt and faded jeans you were wearing when we met.
…is little bits of heaven we are allowed to have on Earth. In fleeting moments of love’s goodness humans are allowed to borrow a depth of feeling usually reserved for angels.
…is a harsh teacher, but I bear no malice toward cupid’s mistaken arrows. Each grinding of my heart molded it to be ready for you. Through pain and heartbreak I was softened and made more perfect in my ability to love you.
…runs away if pursued, but follows a willing spirit. It is reckless when treated thoughtlessly; but gentle if shown tenderness. Love can be found, but never possessed. It is the landlord of the heart for those who embrace it.
…of a common sort is frequently discovered by those who settle for less than their heart’s desire. I waited, but fear moved in as I aged. When I was about ready to settle for an ordinary love, you stepped into my life.
…knows no sense of time; no beginning or end. Loving always feels like something awakened within that has been there all along but was sleeping, waiting to be brought to life.
From the novel/movie “Message in a Bottle” by Nicholas Sparks
in my arms,
I feel an
in my soul.
I find myself
for your face;
I know it’s an
but I cannot