When Your Skin Meets Mine

My Love…
There are those special times when the only witnesses are you and me. By candlelight or in the daytime; in bed or in the kitchen, wherever we are when your skin meets mine is sweeter than the time before.

From “I Love Your Smile” by American poet Ronnie Doe
1310356149485_fI love
your charms,
your loving arms
How you
hold me
so tenderly
I love
the bliss,
the happiness
When you’re
making sweet
love to me.

Without the Clay Between

My Love…
Each night before sleeping I pray: May we always be together; strong in the face of challenge with tenderness that never becomes calloused. May we never lose our innocence and play as young lovers no matter how many years go past.

From the 19th Century poem “Silent Love” by Frances S. Osgood

moss rose!! imagesCA4VY9V1Let our love be still;
a folded flower,
A pure, moss
rose-bud blushing
to be seen,
Hoarding its balm
and beauty
for that hour
When souls
may meet without
the clay between.

My Highest Hope

My Love…
There is no language worthy of expressing how I feel about you. Big meaningful words by the thousands would be needed to even begin. It is my highest hope that you somehow know how I feel about you.

French poet and playwright Louise-Rose-Étiennette Gérard
screen-shot-2013-05-29-at-5-27-01-pmFor
you
see,
each day
I love you
more:
today more
than
yesterday
and
less than
tomorrow.

Old Feelings Still Resonate

My Love…
Has it really been twenty-six years since we met and fell in love? Our magical time lasted only for about eighteen months, but those old feelings still resonate in me with the beautiful tones of a once in a lifetime love.

American actor, writer and speaker James Earl Jones
kiss12345editOne
of the
hardest
things
in
life
is
having
words
in
your
heart
that
you
can’t
utter.

A Changed man

My love…
I sing off-key to love songs and write sugary letters. I watch chic-flicks and am unafraid to shed a tear. Sports is no longer my life and I come home right after work. Loving you has made me a changed man.

By an unknown author with the pen name Christopher Paul Rubero
77280548-e1326392613114Poetry
spills
from
the
cracks
of a
broken
heart,
but
flows
from
one
which
is
loved.

Will You…?

Love…
…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?

American author, poet, and naturalist Diane Ackerman
123tumblr_md6zyjutob1rnu3t3o1_500EDITEveryone
admits
that
love
is
wonderful
and
necessary,
yet
no
one
agrees
on
just
what
it
is.

Landlord of the Heart

Love…
…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.

Roman poet Publius Ovidius Naso most known “Ovid”
Rina & Kamal Indian Engagement editedLove is
a driver,
bitter
and
fierce
if you
fight
and
resist him;
Easy-going
enough
once you
acknowledge
his power.

First Time In a Long Time

Love…
…makes me wish grand things and imagine bold dreams. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you made me smile, I would have the whole night sky in the palm of my hand.

From “Succubus Revealed” by American Novelist Richelle Mead
tumblr_m5y9k7oDPX1r3a6jho1_500How we
love others
is affected
by how we
love ourselves,
and for the
first time
in a long
time,
I was
whole.

Through My Eyes

Love…
…causes me to see you as I have never seen anyone else. I see your imperfections, yet know you are perfect for me. As they are now and always have been since we were children, my feelings will never change.

Anonymous saying by a writer unknown
tumblr_lvp7eoKJmg1r6va9so1_500If I
could
give you
one thing
in life,
I would
give you
the ability
to see
yourself
through
my eyes.
Only then
would
you
realize
how
special
you are
to me.

Shouts Its Name Silently

Love…
…is easy to spot when real and true. There’s an invisible glow about a loving couple in good and bad times. Such love can’t be faked. Genuine and faithful hearted love shouts it name silently.

From “The Name of the Wind” by American writer Patrick Rothfuss
slowdanceMy parents
danced together,
her head
on his chest.
Both had
their eyes closed.
They seemed so
perfectly content.
The image of them
gently swaying
to the music
is how
I picture love
in my mind
even after
all these years.

 

Sketch by Fantasy Artist E. Baque
http://thefairygodfather.com/blog/2009/10/26/sketch-journal/couple-of-sketches-and-update/