Love…
…sweet and tender is the pinnacle of affection. Even greater than the fire that passion can burn between two people, gentle tenderness is the richest part of loving and being loved.
Lebanese-American artist, poet and writer Kahlil Gibran
Tenderness
and kindness
are not
signs of
weakness
and despair, but
manifestations
of strength
and resolution.
Love…
…including laughter nourishes the soul best. Humorous moments like making funny faces, being silly, telling jokes, giggling, you walking around with my big shoes on your tiny feet, me acting crazy like a monkey and such, strengthen the spirit.
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The most
beautiful
thing is to
see a person
you love
smiling.
And even
more beautiful
is knowing
that you are
the reason
behind it.
Love…
…begins as “like” and if it grows steady and sure, love takes firm root. It’s possible to love and not like someone, but rarely is this a happy union. A couple who loves and likes one another are true friends and committed lovers.
French romantic composer, Hector Berlioz
It is so rare…
to find
a complete person,
with a soul,
a heart
and an imagination;
so rare for characters
as ardent and restless
as ours to meet
and to be matched
together,
that I hardly know how
to tell you what happiness
it gives me to know you.
Love…
…causes me to sometimes lose track of where I end and you begin. That’s what happens when two souls were meant to be together. Once they touch love together the lovers will be forever restless with out each other. Even their loneliness for one another is full of life.
From “100 Love Sonnets” by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda
I love you without
knowing how, or when,
or from where.
I love you simply,
without problems
or pride: I love you
in this way
because
I do not know
any other way
of loving but this,
in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand
upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
your eyes close.
Love…
…arriving brings near sensory overload without a smidgen of advance warning. Senses are heightened; ordinary becomes extraordinary; simple becomes spectacular; common becomes astonishing and the whole experience feels heavenly.
Italian writer, actor and director Luciano de Crescenzo
We are
each of us
angels with
only one
wing.
And
we can
only fly
embracing
each other.
Love…
…adores the rain. It magnifies the senses while sitting quietly absorbing the sights and sounds of a thunderstorm. Through distance the same sky that brings the rain connects the two of us underneath it.
“Slake – A Rainy Love Poem” by British poet Holly Anne
It’s pouring outside.
It brings your licked-lip
smile to mind. Kind rain
plopping heavy to skin:
dusty to shimmering
in a summer storm
instant. Flash floods.
Drenched our shirts,
swayed our spines.
Flip-flopped toes curled
thirsty in puddles, drops
bounced and burst.
You were my dewy drink.
Washed me clean inside
and out. Slaked every
ache. It’s pouring outside.
It’s beautiful – so are you,
still. Tonight I am parched.
Love…
…will sneak up and surprise you. When you least expect it is when love arrives. It doesn’t care about what is convenient or what your circumstances are. True love comes when it comes and not a moment sooner or later.
From “The Truth About Forever” by Sarah Dessen
There is never
a time or place
for true love.
It happens
accidentally,
in a heartbeat,
in a single flashing,
throbbing moment.
Love…
…is this swelling feeling in my chest when I think of you; it is the sparkle in my soul when I recall spending time with you; it is an inexplicable knowing no one will ever touch me like you; it’s an emotional force stronger than any other I’ve known.
Dialogue from the Fox Network T.V. show “The OC”
I don’t pretend to know
what love is for everyone,
but I can tell you what it is for me;
love is knowing all about someone,
and still wanting to be with them
more than any other person,
love is trusting them enough
to tell them everything
about yourself, including
the things you might be ashamed of,
love is feeling comfortable
and safe with someone,
but still getting weak knees
when they walk into a room
and smile at you.
Love…
…is rarely loud, forceful or boastful. Such things are only ego, fear or insecurity. Healthy love is gentle, quiet and tender, sometimes only to be noticed if one pauses and looks closely. Raging fires burn out quickly; soft embers radiate warm long after.
Irish poet, theologian and minister Thomas Parnell
Let those
love now
who never
loved before.
let those
who always
loved,
now love
the more.
Love…
…sparkled all around when last I saw you. The smile on your face was one of real happiness. Even the way you walked spoke love softly for anyone paying attention. I was. It is humbling to be loved so much.
19th Century German Chancellor Bismarck to his wife Johanna
You have
fanned
to life
again
the coal
that under
ashes
and debris
still glowed
in me…
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