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…
…is driving home from the gym just when the first light of a new day begins to show on the horizon as thoughts of you come to mind… and I smile.
From song “Love (Can Make You Happy)” by Jack Sigler Jr.
Wake up in the morning
with the sunshine in your eyes
And the smell of flowers
blooming fills the air.
Your mind is filled
with the thoughts
of a certain someone
that you love;
Your life is filled
with joy when she is there.
Love…
…is waking up with a simple thought about you, a remembered moment or a future anticipated one. Those morning thoughts, memory glimpses and wishes stir into kaleidoscope of hope for you in all its shades of past, present and future.
Scottish author, poet and minister George MacDonald
If instead
of a gem,
or even a flower,
we should
cast the gift
of a loving thought
into the heart
of a friend,
that would
be giving
as
the
angels
give.
Love…
…makes me a little goofy sometimes when we kiss. Right after it’s as if I’ve become slightly intoxicated with a momentary lack of awareness of where we are.
From song ” I Said My Pajamas” by Eddie Pola and George Wyle
I climbed up the door
and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed
and crawled into the light
All because
you kissed me goodnight!
Love…
…is made more complete by the common interests we enjoy. Watching a concert, holding hands and moving to the rhythm in beat with each other makes it unclear where I end and you begin.
From “Love Poems…” by Lois Wyse
Someone asked me
To name the time
Our friendship stopped
And love began.
Oh, my darling,
That’s the secret.
Our friendship
Never stopped.
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 a voice that gives comfort; the touch of a hand that encourages; eye contact that speaks without words and a hundred other things you do that tell me you care.
American poet and author Oliver Wendell Holmes
The
sound
of a kiss
is not
so loud
as that
of a cannon,
but
its echo lasts
a great deal longer.
Love…
…carves memories from the usual and commonplace by making the mundane into remarkable and the ordinary into exceptional. Something as common as sharing fortune cookie messages becomes a lastingly memorable moment we’ve shared.
“Thoughts on Love” by James Browning
A loud and deafening roar
hidden in silence;
A brilliant flash of light
concealed in darkness;
A complicated language
too mysterious for words;
A flavor mystifying
and secreted beyond taste;
A touch so delicate
and tender it cannot be felt;
Love is known only
by a sensing of the heart.
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