What an Adversary

My Dearest…
Miles apart, my mind wonders, “Does she really love me?” My heart answers quickly, “Yes, she does. She needs you and wants only you!”. Oh, what an adversary the thinking mind can be to a loving heart.

“Erase Doubt” posted on hellopoetry.com by Pamela Rae
reflected moonWere you to
be able to look
deep into
your eyes
and into your
amazing heart
the same way
that I do–
you would have
no doubt at all
just how
very much
I truly do
love you.

You Only

All is well, but I miss you with an aching hunger to be near you. Only you can sate my yearning; only you my love. All the sweeter the time will be when next I hold you again.

Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer Kahlil Gibran
2 prestty rosesEver has
it been
that love
knows not
its own
depth
until
the hour
of separation.

Nights Without You

My Darling…
The days come and go quickly. I wish more of each one was spent with you. Living separate lives is becoming more and more challenging. Spending nights without you is sometimes almost unbearably difficult.

From “Winnie-the-Pooh” by A. A. Milne
pixel_necklace_01aI think
we dream
so we
don’t have
to be apart
for so long.
If we’re
in each
others
dreams,
we can be
together
all the time.

All I Can Do Is Hope

My Love…
There is space between us right now. Stepping back to take stock of things is healthy for both of us. Already I know my feelings for you are even deeper than I thought before. All I can do is hope you are making similar discoveries.

Lebanese artist, poet, and writer Kahlil Gibran
E114A67AE2BDD011E3EC68C9E7DF1 longLet there be spaces
in your togetherness,
and let the winds of
the heavens dance
between you.
Love one another but
make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a
moving sea between
the shores
of your souls.

Waiting For me

Sweetheart…
My heart is brightly alive and aware because of my love for you within it. Today we are separated by hundreds of miles, yet I know you are faithfully waiting for me to come home. I love you…

Written by a writer unknown/anonymous
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are
the sun
in my day,
the wind
in my sky,
the waves
in my ocean
and the beat
in my heart…
I
Miss
You…

No Contender Since

My Love…
You left me long ago. My mistakes were too big for you to forget. It’s been years since I held you or we kissed, but I cherish you as the love of my lifetime. There has been no contender since, nor do I believe there will ever be.

From “A Million Little Pieces” by American writer James Frey
man-walking-awayThe
wounds
that
never
heal
can
only
be
mourned
alone.

When You’re Away

Love…
…fills me when a man walks by wearing your cologne. I think of that scent as yours alone and never quite right on anyone else. Did you know when you’re away I go to sleep on your pillow so I can smell you?

American writer, lecturer, and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson
sleeping_2156430b EDITLove
is a
perfume
you
cannot
pour
onto
others
without
getting
a few
drops on
yourself.

Until We Get To Heaven

Love…
…makes me want to be with you so badly now, but the certainty of what we share helps me be calm and patient. What we share is worth waiting for even if we are never together again until we get to Heaven.

From Happening’s song “See You in September” by Wayne/Edwards
deep_blue_sea_2-e1356977320421…counting
the days
’til I’ll
be
with
you;
counting
the hours
and
the
minutes,
too…

With All That You Are

Love…
…that is given time, heals. Our days apart brought a clear knowing of how much you mean to me. Alone in the quiet within myself, I listened to my heart and it whispered loudly, “you love him still with all that you are”.

Dutch-born Catholic priest and writer Henri Nouwen
daydreaming-daydreaming-31008775-553-694Somewhere
we know
that without
silence,
words
lose their
meaning,
that without
listening,
speaking
no longer
heals,
that without
distance,
closeness
cannot
cure.

Mirrored Self Reflected Back

Love…
…cares nothing about our plans, where we think we’re headed or what choices we have made. Love seeks only its mirrored self reflected back from another heart and will defy all logic, rational thought and common sense to obtain it.

Hungarian journalist writer and poet János Arany
Autumn-girl-Free_PicturesIn
dreams
and
in
love
there
are
no
impossibilities.