Sweetheart…
When I am around you it feels as though I have known you before. I sense you are much like me. Like smooth water you reflect stylized images that are so familiar, yet more easily seen outside me.
American Writer of Humor, Literature and Fiction, Jarod Kintz
I
watch
you like
a mirror,
because
I
see
in you
what
I
see in
myself.
Waking before you and watching you sleep are precious times. In those moments the sweet child within you shows on the face of the beautiful woman you are. I love you for all you have been and yet will be.
From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
I turn around to face you,
hoping that it might seem,
that my face is
the first you see,
when you awaken
from your dream.
Your eyes lock onto mine,
and my skin
ignites with chills,
the love swimming in them,
is such an enormous thrill.
You smile,
and pull me closer,
and I can’t help
but blush.
Just the brush
of fingertips,
and I melt
within your touch.
First posted November 28, 2013
Waking before you and watching you sleep are precious times. In those moments the sweet child within you shows on the face of the beautiful woman you are. I love you for all you have been and yet will be.
From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
I turn around to face you,
hoping that it might seem,
that my face is
the first you see,
when you awaken
from your dream.
Your eyes lock onto mine,
and my skin
ignites with chills,
the love swimming in them,
is such an enormous thrill.
You smile,
and pull me closer,
and I can’t help
but blush.
Just the brush
of fingertips,
and I melt
within your touch.
My Sweet…
In a moment I was changed and can never be the same again. Now I know you really exist; the one who made my heart jump the first time I saw her. I’m excited. I’m scared. I’m thrilled. I’m afraid. But most of all I am grateful.
From “Carrier of the Mark” by South African writer Leigh Fallon
This is going
to sound crazy,
but…
from
the moment
I first
set eyes
on you
I haven’t
been able
to stop
thinking
about you.
My Love…
Expressing the contents of my heart is difficult, but please don’t let that cause you to misunderstand. Notice closely when my hand touches you or I look into your eyes because it is then my love is most fully expressed.
From “Willow”, the debut novel by Donna Lynn Hope
She has
fallen
in love
with
the man
with
the quiet
strength,
the confident
humility
and the hands
that show
the flame
of the heart.
Love…
…is a wildly misunderstood, although highly desirable, malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.
American author and social commentator Fran Lebowitz
Romantic
love
is
mental
illness.
But
it’s
a
pleasurable
one.
Love…
… can’t be accurately explained. There are no words that tell the depth, size and strength of what is in my heart for you. It’s as impossible as trying to accurately describe the size of the universe. So, “I love you madly” will have to do.
Quote by an unknown anonymous writer
If you love
someone,
tell him or her.
Forget
about the rules
or the fear
or looking ridiculous.
What is
truly ridiculous
is passing up
on an opportunity
to tell someone
that your heart
is invested
in him or her.
Love…
…is fun with you around Christmas time. For years I put the holidays and all the decorations of the season away in the attic. With you I have rediscovered it all again. With a lighthearted childlike openness there is belief again in things I cannot see or prove.
Attributed to fictional character Kagirinai Sora, writer unknown
Laugh your heart out,
dance in the rain;
cherish the moment
ignore the pain.
Live,
Laugh,
Love,
Forgive
and Forget;
life’s too short
to live with regrets
Love…
…expressed in the simple touch of a hand; eyes connecting with mutual smiles soon after; a well of enjoyable conversation that seems to have no bottom. Affection, friendship and respect stirred together in a recipe of calm and peaceful adoration.
American educator, minister, author, and TV host Fred Rogers
Love isn’t a
state of perfect caring.
It is an active noun,
like struggle.
To love someone
is to strive
to accept
that person
exactly the way
he or she is,
right here and now.
Love…
…sparkled all around when last I saw you. The smile on your face was one of real happiness. Even the way you walked spoke love softly for anyone paying attention. I was. It is humbling to be loved so much.
19th Century German Chancellor Bismarck to his wife Johanna
You have
fanned
to life
again
the coal
that under
ashes
and debris
still glowed
in me…
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