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An Already Open Loving Heart

Love…
…does not require me to be in love to feel loved. I can relive good memories of old flames, fall head over heels with a character in a book or find joy in the happiness of others. Only with an already open loving heart can I ever fall in love again.

“Your Kiss” by contemporary poet Shelagh Bullman
your kissYour kiss is like a roller coaster ride up to the stars,
Or dancing on a moonbeam, a rocket trip to Mars;
Your kiss is like a thunderbolt striking to my heart,
Makes my body quiver and my senses fall apart;
Your kiss is like riding on the back of Angels wings,
Flying me over golden meadows, mountains & silver streams:
Your kiss is like a Love song without a single word,
And only in this heart of mine this love song can be heard;
Your kiss to me is Heaven, a Paradise of Love and Laughter,
Let’s kiss amongst the starlit skies for now and ever after.

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Do you Long…

I love…
…how you get goose bumps and shutter with delight when I kiss and nibble on your shoulder. Feeling you fills me with sweetness and delight.

From song “Do You Long For Me Tenderly by Elsa Schieder
navarro nibblingdo you long for me tenderly
do you long for my embrace
do you long for me tenderly
do you long to touch softly
your palm to my face
do you long to hold me
do you long to caress
do you long to love me
with tenderness

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The Heart Speaks

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
I love the way you call me babySweetheart, 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.

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Whether We Want It To Or Not

Love…
…never forgets. It is always remembered. When true love comes it carves out a space deep within us that will forever remain whether we want it to or not.

From the book “Different Directions” by Donna L. Jones
-JESSI~1Your sweet
scent will
forever be
with me,
reminding me
of the love
we once
shared.
I will
breathe in
the memories
until we
meet again.

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For Good or Naught

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
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True
love
stories
never
have
endings.

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Transformed

Love…
…changes every person it touches. Whether for a long time or only for a little while, knowing love takes the soul to a new place it can never completely return from.

Swiss psychotherapist and psychiatrist Carl Gustav Jung
eye contactThe meeting
of two
personalities
is like
the contact
of two chemical
substances:
if there is
any reaction,
both are
transformed.

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Rough Edges Of A Routine Day

Love…
…in my heart is high like mountains; balanced like level plains; beautifully colorful as a spring meadow and smooth as a worn river stone. The uneven ground of thought, deserts of doubt and rough edges of a routine day are no match for love’s power.

American poet, painter, essayist, and playwright E.E. Cummings
fallinginloverocksTrust
your
heart
if
the
seas
catch
fire,
live
by
love
though
the
stars
walk
backward.

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No Longer Separable

Love…
…can shine a brilliance so bright it blinds the heart. Such is the magic when two people become one. Dream and reality, hope and happening; wish and occurrence are no longer separable.

From “Love Song” by American writer Mary Carolyn Davies
flat,550x550,075,fAll the wishes
of my mind know
your name,
And the white desires
of my heart
They are acquainted
with you.
The cry of my body
for completeness,
That is a cry
to you.
My blood beats out
your name to me,
Unceasing, pitiless—
Your name,
your name.

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Was, Is and Shall Be

Love…
…”IS”; simply and unequivocally. There is no absolute proof it exists or a certain plausible explanation for how it works. With a knowing that exceeds rational thought there is no doubt; love was, is and shall be always.

Poet, fiction-writer and philosopher C. Joybell C.
HuggingCoupleBefore,
I wanted
to say:
“I found love!”
But now,
I want
to say:
“I found a person.
And he belongs
to me and
I belong to him.

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All The Barriers Within

Love…
…is the only true “blood” that that keeps people together. It’s stronger than genetics, ancestors, or kin. Love has the power to make “family” of any two people anywhere, anytime.

13th-century Persian Muslim poet and Sufi mystic, Rumi
2256066221_d710b7ffeeYour task
is not
to seek
for love,
but merely
to seek
and find
all the barriers
within yourself
that you
have built
against it.