As the rain begins to fall tonight I am comforted knowing you hear the same thunder I do. Listening to the raindrops fall makes me feel closer to you. I seem to find you these days in just about everything of beauty.
Brazilian lyricist and novelist Paulo Coelho de Souza
Thank you for showing me such sweet tenderness. Being with you feels natural and good. I am excited to see you again, touch you and feel your lips on mine. Thoughts of you in my arms are sometimes only minutes apart.
Mumbai-based poet and freelance writer Sanober Khan
In the early morning light sometimes I watch you sleep. All the curves of your face I study trying to memorize every detail without success. In those moments you touch me deeply without lifting a finger.
From “You Are” found at http://beccas-corner.tripod.com/id13.html
You are the whisper
on the wind.
that never ends.
You are the soft
and gentle caress.
You are the love
I feel your warmth
and your fire.
It’s only you
I love when we hug how our bodies fit together. From head to foot there’s barely an inch where your and my form does not make contact when we are locked in embrace.
From “P.S. I Love You” by Irish novelist Cecelia Ahern
Most of all
him her head
below his chin,
her hair and
tickling her head.
…separated by years, is still the same love. Though we were long ago parted, there is a place in my heart no one else will ever touch. I have loved since and may love yet again, but never as deeply as I love you.
Dutch-Born Catholic priest and spiritual writer Hans Nouwens
…brings a particular vocabulary of words used for little other purpose. They are are expressed in a soft, gentle tone used at no time except speaking to one’s beloved. The heart articulates feelings in a way the mind can never do by itself.
From “Brushstrokes of a Gadfly” by E. A. Bucchianeri
Sweetheart, darling, dearest,
it was funny to think that
which used to sound
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.
…is knowing someone down to their childish silliness and learning to love them for it. It’s seeing clearly what at first one wishes would change, then realizing it’s a piece of the beloved that unexpectedly makes the person all the more loveable.
American author, biographer and novelist Elizabeth M. Gilbert
loved anyhow –
this is a human
…brings hope of going forward with another; ageless ahead into time. Love expands horizons, widens dreams and causes the imagination to conjure thoughts a person would almost never think of alone.
From the song “Wildest Dreams” by Peter Bliss and Todd Cerney
In my wildest dreams,
In my darkest
you rescue me,
you save my life.
…is a quiet evening on the couch together watching a movie: nothing fancy; no hot romance; no incredibly memorable moments, just you and me sharing the same air, enjoying each other’s presence and needing nothing else.
20th-century American writer Kurt Vonnegut
…comes through the miles clearly when I’m away. It’s a soothing comfort that gives me strength to know someone cares, hopes for my safety and patiently waits for my return.
An anonymous quote by a writer unknown
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