Love…
…retains its substance through distance and time when we are separated. To hear your voice I only have to close my eyes. Then I remember something sweet you said to me and feel the echoes of our last embrace.
American author and novelist Jacqueline Carey
There is no
fulfillment
that is
not made
sweeter
for the
prolonging
of desire.
Love…
…builds anticipation to get home and see you again. When a week has separated us, the first moment together again is sweet and magical.
From a song by “Owl City” (Adam Young)
… I look
at my hands
and feel sad.
Because
the spaces
between
my fingers
are right where
yours
fit perfectly.”
Love…
…makes it plain that even though we are hundreds of miles apart, our hearts are in the same place: mine with you and yours with me.
Saying from an unknown source
Distance…
It’s just
a test
of how
far love
can travel.
I love…
…the way we linger when we’re saying goodbye when one of us has to be away for a few days. Neither is in a big hurry to leave and the last kiss happens at least two or three times before we separate.
“I’ll Be Waiting” – Author Unknown
Look
out
to
the
horizon,
A whole world lies beyond.
The path of life shall guide you
And move you swiftly on.
There’s new things to discover
And unseen sights to see
But always I’ll be waiting
For when you return to me.
I love…
…that although we spend the majority of our time apart you are vibrantly and consistently alive in my thoughts and feelings. Where ever I go you travel with me in my heart and mind.
From “To Mary” by English poet John Clare
I sleep with thee
And wake with thee
And yet thou art not there;
I fill my arms
with thoughts of thee
And press the common air.
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
When thou art out of sight;
My lips are always
Touching thine
At morning,
Noon,
And night
I love…
…how you patiently wait for me during the days and sometime weeks when we are apart. Time separated is delectable agony for me.
From “Your Kiss” by Lamar Cole
Your kiss is sweet as a candy cane.
Soft as a summer rain.
Soothing as a soft pillow.
Free as a weeping willow.
Sweet as honey.
More precious than money.
Wet as a winter snow.
I love…
…how I miss you when you are gone. The house is too quiet and the bed is not warm enough. Missing you makes when next I see you all the more special.
From “I Miss You A Little” by Fagan, Montgomery & Anthony
I miss you
a little,
I guess
you could say,
a little
too much,
a little
too often,
and
a little more
each day.
I love…
…that you say sometimes you miss me so much it hurts, but in a good way.
Written by Kay Knudsen
Love is
Missing
Someone
Whenever
You’re
Apart,
But
Somehow
Feeling
Warm
Inside
Because
You’re close in heart.
I love…
…how I miss you when you are away traveling. The feeling is an easy and gentle yearning for the moment we will be in each other’s arms again.
Written by Kay Knudsen
Love is
Missing someone
Whenever you’re apart,
But somehow
Feeling warm inside
Because
You’re close in heart.
I remember…
…the pair of little pink and blue blown glass angels with a tiny red heart inside each one you bought for us. You broke them, but I still have all the pieces with the two hearts stored away safely.
“Thoughts” by Helen Rebibis Ramos
Do I still enter the avenue of your yesterday
…where we kissed on the boulevard of broken dreams?
Do you still call my name silently
…in the corners of your mind?
Can you still paint my face in the crossroads of today?
In spite of the long and winding road to Oblivion…
You are to me beyond all my heart can hold.
You are silently beyond forgetting.
Love Letter Daily 