Say Nothing

In all the words I’ve said and written, there has yet to be a time the love within me was accurately conveyed. No words can approximate what grows in my heart. Let me hold you while we drift to sleep so I can express what is impossible to speak.

From “The Love of an Unknown Soldier”by an Anonymous Writer
5634528_origThe things one says
are always inadequate:
it’s the touch
of live hands,
of lips pressed
to lips
that count.
I want to
hold you
and say nothing.

Symphony of Clouds

My Love…
I attempt to use words to describe how I feel, but they’re inadequate. I’d just as well try to spin gold from spider webs or direct a symphony of clouds. You have given all of yourself to me and the ability escapes me to express my heart.

By Cheyanne Lynn found on
this one tumblr_ldcw08BmpD1qesnuao1_400 GLOWThe way he
makes me feel
is like trying to
describe water.
I don’t feel so
empty anymore.
I’m starting to
breathe again
and it’s all
because of you.
I don’t know how
to say thank you
enough times.
You have changed
me for the better.

When Your Skin Meets Mine

My Love…
There are those special times when the only witnesses are you and me. By candlelight or in the daytime; in bed or in the kitchen, wherever we are when your skin meets mine is sweeter than the time before.

From “I Love Your Smile” by American poet Ronnie Doe
1310356149485_fI love
your charms,
your loving arms
How you
hold me
so tenderly
I love
the bliss,
the happiness
When you’re
making sweet
love to me.

A Delicious Treat

I love…
…your soft touch, expressive manner and loving ways. Your hug has become a delicious treat to me and a kiss is the cherry on top of that delicacy.

Taken from “From June to December” by Summer Villanelle
You know exactly what to do—
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh—
I think of little else but you.
It’s bliss to have a lover who,
Touching one shoulder, makes me sigh—
You know exactly what to do.
But is it love? And is it true?
Who cares? This much I can’t deny:
You know exactly what to do;
I think of little else but you.

The Endless Melody

I love…
…the way you gently touch me.  My favorite is when you softly and slowly stroke my back sometimes we are standing close and talking. 

“Love’s Touch” by Peaches
Love’s touch is a warm feeling in your heart,
The endless melody playing in your mind.
It’s the skip in your heartbeat
When you’re with your true love.
I feel love’s touch when I’m with you.
I hear the endless melody
When I’m in your warm embrace.
My heart skips a beat
When I feel your tender lips against mine.
I feel love’s touch whenever I’m thinking of you.
You are, to me, love’s touch.

Worthy, Prized and Loved

I love…
…the tenderness of your touch and how softly your fingers stroke my hands and face.  You make me feel worthy, prized and loved.

From “The Things He Said to Her” by Richard Whitman
I love
The heart of you,
So tender;
The mind of you,
So broad and strong…
I love you
For the way
You look into my eyes,
Sailing your very self
Into the harbor of my longing.

Seemed to Mean So Little

I remember…
…when we were in Eastern Europe at the conference I attended and how you put a chair up on the bed so you could more easily see the frozen lake winter scene out the hotel window.

From “The First Day” Christina Rossetti, 1830 – 1894
I wish
I could remember
the first day,
First hour,
First moment
of your meeting me;
It seemed to
mean so little,
If only now
I could recall
that touch,
First touch
of hand in hand!

Winged Messenger of Heaven

I remember…
…how it felt when we washed our hands together like you showed me.  The wonderful sensations of your touch on my hands and then my turn with yours will always linger in my memory.  

Romeo and Juliett by William Shakespeare
Romeo speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.