Love…
…is taking me where I’ve not been before. At times you leave me barely able to speak. At others you inspire me to write about my love for you with a depth and quantity I have never expressed to anyone before.
From “So This Is Love” from Cinderella (David/Hoffman/Livingston)
So this
is love.
So this
is what
makes life
divine.
I’m all
aglow,
And now
I know
the key
to all heaven
is mine.
Love…
…makes my heart yours. Hindsight always seems so clear while what’s ahead appears to be obscured in fog. Time is slowly vaporizing like hazy mist in the morning sun and one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I once came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there.
Dialogue from the movie “Moulin Rouge”
Listen
to my
heart,
can you
hear it
sing:
Come
back
to me
and forgive
everything.
Love…
…will run away when chased and comes when it is least expected. Being prepared for its arrival is unneeded. Love requires only that you open yourself to its possibility when it appears.
American romantic fiction writer Shana Abe
I don’t want
the heavens
or the shooting stars.
I don’t want
gemstones
or gold…
I want…
a steady hand.
A kind soul.
I want to
fall asleep,
and wake,
knowing
my heart is safe.
Love…
…is the practice of a quick kiss in parting, a hug each time back together or holding hands walking together. Many repeats of small expressions of affection keep love strong and thriving.
President of the nonprofit Institute of HeartMath Sara Paddison
You’ll discover
that real love
is millions
of miles
past falling
in love
with anyone
or anything.
When you
make that one
effort to feel
compassion
instead
of blame
or self-blame,
the heart
opens again
and continues
opening.
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…
…brings a particular vocabulary of words used for little other purpose. They are are expressed in a soft, gentle tone used at no time except speaking to one’s beloved. The heart articulates feelings in a way the mind can never do by itself.
From “Brushstrokes of a Gadfly” by E. A. Bucchianeri
Sweetheart, darling, dearest,
it was funny to think that
these endearments,
which used to sound
exceedingly sentimental
in movies and books,
now held great importance,
simple but true verbal affirmations
of how they felt for each other.
They were words only the heart
could hear and understand,
words that could impart
entire pentameter sonnets
in their few, short syllables.
Love…
…frequently does not allow a person to know when and where it really began. It accumulates like water filling a lake behind a damn. Then one day it starts to spill over, for good or naught.
American writer and philosopher Richard Bach
True
love
stories
never
have
endings.
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…
…grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.(Elbert Hubbard)
Hungarian-born American composer Sigmund Romberg
A
love
song
is
just
a
caress
set
to
music.
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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