Love …
…usually arrives unpredictably like a rain shower. No matter how much you try to anticipate its arrival, you don’t really know it has begun until love is upon you.
Written by an unknown/anonymous writer
Right now
someone
you haven’t
met is out
there
wondering
what it
would be
like to
meet someone
like you.
Love…
…heightens and brightens every sense, thought and feeling. It fills and thrills the heart, mind and body. Like gasoline it can make a small flame into a blazing fire.
From “The Magic Of Love” by Helen Steiner Rice
Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life’s sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there’s nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love…
…causes me to see you in my own special way. You are beautiful and special like sun and rain at the same time; like day and night all at once; simultaneous contentment and adventure without boundaries.
Irish Poet and Nobel Prize winner William Butler Yeats
True love is
a discipline
in which
each divines
the secret self
of the other
and refuses
to believe
in the mere
daily self.
Love…
…has value above all. Everything else is either sought earnestly or unconsciously as a substitute for love or as distraction to cover the lack of it. Love is the wizard behind the curtain of all that is worthwhile.
Dutch priest, writer and copyist Thomas a Kempis
Love feels no burden,
regards not labors,
strives toward more
than it attains,
argues not of impossibility,
since it believes that it may
and can do all things.
Therefore it avails for all things,
and fulfils and accomplishes
much where one not a lover
falls and lies helpless.
Love…
…was new those two summers you visited your grandparents for a few weeks. Young as we were, our hearts found love for the first time. Holding hands, hugging and kissing was never more pure and innocent. Remembering stirs my soul.
Young American poet and writer Kayla Carson
You
know
you
love
him
when
you can’t
sleep at
night and
get up
early
to talk
to him
the next
morning.
Love…
…arrives like spring after a cold winter. It brings hope where there was emptiness. The ground breaks sprouting new growth that was lying in wait for love’s warmth so it could burst open with color.
From “Little Men” by American novelist Louisa May Alcott
Love is a flower
that grows
in any soil,
works its
sweet miracles
undaunted by
autumn frost
or winter snow,
blooming fair
and fragrant
all the year,
and blessing
those who give
and those
who receive.
Love…
…is assembled from every experience a person has ever known bundled up into one way of perception. Had a life not been as it was before one falls in love, chances are that love would not have happened.
Quote by a writer unknown/anonymous
I feel like
everything
in my life
has led me
to you.
My choices,
my heartbreaks,
my regrets.
Everything.
And when
we’re together,
my past seems
worth it.
Because if
I had done
one thing
differently,
I might never
have met you.
Love…
…is gentle wind through my hair, a sight of a moonlit night, an inhaled scent of roses, the sound of pure joy and a sweet taste of delight: ALL at once. Everything I feel, see, smell, hear and taste are made more so by my love for you.
From “The Host” by American author Stephenie Meyer
It’s not the face,
but the expressions on it.
It’s not the voice,
but what you say.
It’s not how you look
in that body,
but the thing
you do with it.
You are beautiful.
Love…
…satisfies shortage and satiates lack, not by making need disappear but by causing scarcity to matter less. The presence of love makes its receiver more complete and whole without anything but the contents of the heart changing.
A composite made from several versions written by unknown writers
You are…
The peanut to my butter,
Water to my ocean,
Glaze on my donut,
Spring in my step,
Twinkle in my eye,
Blue in my sky,
Cherry on my sundae,
Flip to my flop,
Milk to my shake,
Sweet in my dreams,
Jewel on my crown,
Spring in my step,
And beat of my heart.
Love…
…fetched springtime to this heart a good distance before the calendar deemed the season start. Far ahead of spring narcissus sprouts, “je suis amoureux” has bloomed with fertile vigor.
Elizabeth Barrett To Robert Browning June 4, 1846
…I love you
with the fullness
of my nature.
Nothing of all
this unspeakable
goodness and tenderness
is lost on me…
I catch on my face
and hands every drop
of all this dew.
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