Love…
… will change lovers irrevocably. It bonds two people into a single entity with four arms, four legs, two minds, two hearts and one love. The knowing of where each ends and the other begins becomes happily lost.
From an image on http://sayingimages.com
I love you
for all
that you
are, all
that you
have been
and all
you are
yet
to be.
Love…
…stated simply by Native Americans: Cheyenne “Ne mohotatse”, Chickasaw “Chi holla li”, Mohawk “Kanbhik”, Creek “V no kewc kv”, Navaho “Ayor anosh’ni”, Sioux “Techihhila” and in the tongue of my ancestors; Gvgeyuh (Cherokee “I love you” ).
From “Against the Magic” by American author Lisa Kleypas
I want morning
and noon
and nightfall with you.
I want your tears,
your smiles,
your kisses…
the smell of your hair,
the taste of your skin,
the touch of your
breath on my face.
I want to see you
in the final hour of my life…
to lie in your arms
as I take my last breath.
Love…
…can be denied, but remains true. It can be outrun, but only for a time. Love shines even in darkness and through time. It is the solace found in a kiss, a hug and an embrace. Love is the comforting shade of another’s soul.
From a letter by Magdalene to Willie posted on lovingyou.com
I know
there’s an ocean
between us,
and I wish
that it weren’t true,
for every day
when I arise,
I yearn to be with you.
Though a lot of distance
lies between us,
you’ll always be
in my mind and my heart,
And every night
beneath the stars,
I pray for the day
we’ll never be part.
Love…
…truest and most rare, carves itself indelibly into memory. I attempted to forget you and for a time thought I succeeded. All I accomplished was to outrun love temporarily. Then when I wasn’t expecting it you caught up with me.
From “Clockwork Prince” by Cassandra Clare (Judith Rumelt)
I could not tell you
if I loved you
the first moment
I saw you, or if it was
the second or third
or fourth.
But I remember
the first moment
I looked at you
walking toward me
and realized
that somehow
the rest of the world
seemed to vanish
when I was with you.
Love…
…is neither impatient nor fleeting. Desire may cause one to try reaching through time, but desire is not love. A fancy of the heart will last only a season like a Spring tulip. But love, deep and true, is patient and lasting. It waits always.
From “Brushstrokes of a Gadfly” by E. A. Bucchianeri
Sweetheart, darling, dearest,
it was funny to think
that these endearments,
which used to sound
exceedingly sentimental
in movies and books,
now held great importance,
simple but true
verbal affirmations
of how they felt
for each other.
They were words
only the heart could hear
and understand,
words that could impart
entire pentameter sonnets
in their few, short syllables.
Love…
…can be of the forgettable kind, while sweet and kind, becomes forgotten rapidly later. Love can be of a painful variety that dissipates slowly, but is gone by the time the wounds heal. And love can be of the kind that moves into your soul and never leaves because you don’t want it to.
Writer, poet and philosopher James Browning
You stormed
all my senses,
Left a fever
in my heart.
With its mystery
and suspense,
Love came
to never depart.
Across the years,
never to fade
Carried secretly
inside, but mislaid.
Love…
…comes once in a great while in a type rare like a precious jewel. If this kind of love infects you there is no cure. Never will you be able to shake it. You can run from it, deny it or even try to kill it and still it will be in your blood always.
Spoken by ‘Henri’ in the move “The Time Traveler’s Wife”
I met a girl.
And since I’ve
been with her,
I feel safe.
I haven’t felt
that way
for a long time.
Not since
I was a kid.
Love…
…is engraved on a heart that has known great love. Whether together or apart, separated by miles, years or even by death, no amount of effort can wipe away the inscription that love made. Life offers no greater gift.
Heartfelt quote by an anonymous author
From every human being
there rises a light
that reaches
straight to heaven.
And when two souls
that are destined
to be together
find each other,
their streams of light
flow together, and
a single brighter light
goes forth from
their united being.
Love…
…is tested by time. Like water, some evaporates over time till little to nothing remains. Then there is love that flows onward keeping its depth and fullness like a spring fed pond ever flowing fresh, strong and inviting.
From a Robert Browning letter to Elizabeth Barrett Dec. 31, 1845
…this is my first song,
my true song –
this love I bear you –
I look into my heart
and then let it go forth
under that name – love.
I am more than mistrustful
of many other feelings in me:
they are not earnest enough;
so far true enough –
but this is all the flower of my life
which you call forth
and which lies at your feet.
Love…
…in its richest form is rare. If it touches you, decades later its mark will be felt even if long ago you lost the one in your heart. True love really does last forever.
Taken from a poem posted on http://www.booksie.com/ by Barbarolvr93
Forever in me,
you will be.
Forever my love,
sent from above.
Forever in my life,
you are mine.
Forever in my eyes,
you will always shine.
Forever my star,
seen from afar.
Forever my soul,
you make me whole.
You are the one,
I will love, forever.
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