Love Is My Religion

Love…
…is almost always a surprise and rarely ever planned. It can begin to arrive without warning for one you’ve just met or grow ever so slowly within everyday association. The one certain thing about love is nothing about it is certain.

English Romantic poet John Keats to Fanny Brawne
I have been astonished
that men could die martyrs
for their religion –
I have shudder’d at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr’d
for my religion.
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.

A Rainbow in Black and White

Love…
…gives living dimension, depth and color. Without love, life is like having only near tasteless food to eat or like a rainbow in black and white.

From “A Life Without Love” by Rachel Fogle
A Sunset without a sun
is no sunset at all.
A life without love
is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors
is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings
is no human at all.

From a Tiny Spark

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.

Only For Me

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…

Sunshine In Your Eyes

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.

What If, What Now, and Why

Love…
…itself is simple and uncomplicated. It is the human mind that complicates it with layer upon layer of ‘what-if’, ‘what-now’ and ‘why’. Love accurately defined is impossible to write, yet easy to feel when the mind slows and the heart is allowed free will.

From “The Things He Wrote To Her” by Richard Wightman
I love
the heart of you,
so tender;
the mind of you,
so broad
and strong;
the soul of you,
the whitest gem
in any fleshly setting.

A Gift Above All Others

Love…
…may come and stay, but always remains free to come or go. It can never be caged or contained nor made to happen or be bought. Love is elusive if chased yet never far away. It is a gift above all others.

English novelist and poet Charlotte Bronte
Happiness
unshared
can
scarcely
be
called
happiness;
it
has
no
taste.

Comforting Angel and Protective Warrior

Love…
…is not just an ingredient of joy and happiness. It is a shield against grief, a defender against sadness, armor from loneliness and a guardian of faith in one’s self. Love is both comforting angel and protective warrior at the same time.

American businessman and public servant Nelson Rockefeller
Never
forget
that
the
most
powerful
force
on
earth
is
love.

One Created Out of Two

Love…
…brings easy sensing of what one’s beloved feels. Happiness spills, sadness trickles, joy drips and grief drops from one person to the other as the border of separated emotions is no longer clear when “one” out of “two” is created.

Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer Kahlil Gibran
Love one another,
but make not
a bond of love:
Let it rather be
a moving sea
between the shores
of your souls.

Slowly Being Revealed

Love…
…and its true meaning only now do I get first real glimpses of. Before I mistook neediness, wanting, fantasy, longing, yearning and craving to be love when actually such is its opposite. As children learn, love’s meaning is slowly being revealed to us.

English novelist, poet, playwright and painter D. H. Lawrence
Those that go
searching for love,
only manifest
their own loveless-ness.
And the loveless
never find love,
only the loving find love.
And they never
have to seek for it.