Love…
…is many things: the invitations you give me even when I can’t accept; the caring thoughts you write that seem to come when I need them most; the sweetness felt when we hug; and gratitude for your kindness I feel but can’t fully express.
From “Beautiful Dreamer” by Stephen Foster
Beautiful dreamer,
wake unto me,
Starlight
and
dewdrops
are waiting for thee;
Sounds
of the rude world
heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight
have all pass’d a way!
I love…
…how patient you are with me when I get off on tangents and just talk and talk. Thank you for your indulgence and the caring heart that has tolerance for some of my not so good traits.
Quoted frequently but written by an author unknown
You’ve got to take
The good with the bad,
Smile with the sad,
Love what you’ve got,
And remember what you had.
Always forgive,
But never forget.
Learn from mistakes,
But never regret.
I love…
…your simple sophistication that allows you to be ‘classy’, yet never appear to try to place yourself above others. It is an uncommon combination.
Attributed to many, but author is actually unknown
Being classy is NOT
about being stuck up,
but more so about
having a simply unique style
that will never be forgotten.
To be classy is to have respect;
respect for others,
respect for elders
and most of all respect for yourself.
I love…
…witnessing your determination to evolve mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Nothing takes more courage than exploring the depths of one’s inner most self and finding peace with what is found.
Taken from “You” by Louis Untermeyer
In this mad world
of change,
Where everything
is sad and strange,
Where few know
what they mean,
or do
You are serene,
steadfast, true.
I love…
…your patience and willingness to let something meaningful develop naturally over time between us. Although no one can predict where we will end up, I know it will be good and fashioned in love.
Poem by Amber Cruz
Love comes to those
who still hope
even though
they’ve been disappointed,
to those who still believe
even though
they’ve been betrayed,
to those who still love
even though
they’ve been hurt before.
I love…
…your kind and thoughtful nature. You would rather see yourself do without than someone you care about. Yours is a truly a giving soul.
By American poet William Carlos Williams
It was the love of love,
the love that swallows up all else,
a grateful love,
a love of nature, of people,
of animals,
a love engendering
gentleness and goodness
that moved me
and that I saw in you.
I love…
…your tender heart and am happy to know you are letting it finally awaken. Far too long life circumstance caused you to hide your heart away in shadow while you kept your true feelings stuffed deeply down inside. I am proud of you.
“Myself” by the American ‘People’s Poet’ Edgar A. Guest
I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able as days go by,
To look at myself straight in the eye.
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to hide on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
What kind of person I really am;
I don’t want to dress myself in sham.
I want to go with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect
And in this struggle for fame and pelf (riches)
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluster and empty show.
I cannot hide myself from me;
I can see what others can never see;
I know what others can never know,
I cannot fool myself, and so
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
I love…
…how you listen intently to me when I talk about my dreams, hopes and wishes. Your interest and support makes them all seem a little more likely and possible.
From “The World According to Mister Rogers” by Fred Rogers
Listening
is a very active awareness
of the coming together of
at least two lives.
Listening,
as far as I’m concerned,
is a prerequisite of love.
One of the most essential ways
of saying “I love you”
is being a receptive listener.
I love…
…that you never seem to tire of spending time with me and express your feelings about that openly. To know my presence matters to you that much means a lot to me.
From a poem posted on poemhunter.com by Udiah (witness to Yah)
Soft and warm
Sealed with care
Sweet and kind
Will ever share
Brave and strong
Yet so fair
That is her
She’s always there.
If you meet her
Best Beware
She’ll steal your heart
unaware
Her name is Love
This I swear
There’s none like her
anywhere.
I love…
…how proud of me you are. It is humbling to be held in such esteem and makes me want all the more to be the best I can be in all ways.
From “You” by Louis Untermeyer
You are
The secret song of birds,
The thing that words
Can never name;
The fire
Within the flame;
The throb
Within the pulse;
The spirit that exults
Joy no grief can tame.
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