Love…
…gives living dimension, depth and color. Without love, life is like having only near tasteless food to eat or like a rainbow in black and white.
From “A Life Without Love” by Rachel Fogle
A Sunset without a sun
is no sunset at all.
A life without love
is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors
is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings
is no human at all.
Love…
…puts a shine on the dull and colors into the monotone. It is an invisible morsel tasted; a silent note heard; a duet sung in harmony by the heart and soul together.
From “The Zygote Chronicles” by Suzanne Finnamore.
I’ve felt
basically lucky
ever since,
almost every day
of my life.
That’s something
else love
should make
you feel.
It should
make you
feel fortunate.
Love…
…is seeing an instant sparkle in your eyes when I walk in a room and knowing my eyes are shining back at you in an instant connection.
Take from “Romantic Candlelight” By Shannon Albo
Love
is
like candlelight,
Glowing
in the dark
The warmness kindles
From a tiny spark.
Love…
…is the lubricant of life. Love allows joy to come faster and grief pass more quickly. It is in the knowing that one is loved that the soul is empowered, the mind is eased and the body is strengthened. The gift of your love gives me meaning to those words.
From “All The Things I Love About You” by Joanna Fuchs
I love you
for the warm,
sweet affection
in your eyes
whenever
you look at me,
and
the special smile
you save
only for me…
Love…
…requires courage! Over time everything changes and every life ends. It takes great bravery to love, knowing it might end any time but having faith it will last forever.
American writer and novelist Amy Tan
I am
like a falling star
who has finally
found her place
next to another
in a lovely constellation,
where we will sparkle
in the heavens
forever.
Love…
…itself is simple and uncomplicated. It is the human mind that complicates it with layer upon layer of ‘what-if’, ‘what-now’ and ‘why’. Love accurately defined is impossible to write, yet easy to feel when the mind slows and the heart is allowed free will.
From “The Things He Wrote To Her” by Richard Wightman
I love
the heart of you,
so tender;
the mind of you,
so broad
and strong;
the soul of you,
the whitest gem
in any fleshly setting.
Love…
… lives within every little thing in the treasure box where I store memories of loving you. One box became two and now it takes three to hold all those riches. Parting with any of it would be letting go of the tangible history of our love.
“Keepsakes of Love” by James Browning
Bit’s and pieces
Covered with lines & creases:
Concert ticket stubs
and cards and notes.
Parking passes
and dinner receipts.
Programs from plays
and a vacation motel key.
Used movie tickets
and hand written notes.
These many things & more
are the odds & ends of love;
treasures all.
Love…
…expressed plainly is an afternoon road trip down Route 66 with no time restraint or particular place to go. It amazes me how we can comfortably talk for hours and hours yet not run out of things to converse about.
Saying taken from an old Swedish proverb
Shared
joy
is a
double
joy;
shared
sorrow
is
half a
sorrow.
Love is…
…more varied than the weather; often sunny, but sometimes stormy; frequently warm but sometimes cold; regularly pleasant but sometimes uncomfortable; repeatedly inviting but sometimes repelling. Never are two days of love ever exactly the same.
Irish novelist and short story writer Elizabeth Bowen
When you
love
someone,
all your
saved-up
wishes
start
coming
out.
Love…
…means I can go days not seeing you without growing restless or wondering if something is wrong. How often we communication does not really matter much either. What we share is the first time romantic love has not brought me a steady flow of anguish and intrigue.
French memoirist Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
Absence
is to love
what wind
is to fire;
it extinguishes
the small,
it enkindles
the great.
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