Love…
…is waking up with a simple thought about you, a remembered moment or a future anticipated one. Those morning thoughts, memory glimpses and wishes stir into kaleidoscope of hope for you in all its shades of past, present and future.
Scottish author, poet and minister George MacDonald
If instead
of a gem,
or even a flower,
we should
cast the gift
of a loving thought
into the heart
of a friend,
that would
be giving
as
the
angels
give.
Love…
…makes me a little goofy sometimes when we kiss. Right after it’s as if I’ve become slightly intoxicated with a momentary lack of awareness of where we are.
From song ” I Said My Pajamas” by Eddie Pola and George Wyle
I climbed up the door
and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed
and crawled into the light
All because
you kissed me goodnight!
Love…
…is made more complete by the common interests we enjoy. Watching a concert, holding hands and moving to the rhythm in beat with each other makes it unclear where I end and you begin.
From “Love Poems…” by Lois Wyse
Someone asked me
To name the time
Our friendship stopped
And love began.
Oh, my darling,
That’s the secret.
Our friendship
Never stopped.
Love…
… lives within every little thing in the treasure box where I store memories of loving you. One box became two and now it takes three to hold all those riches. Parting with any of it would be letting go of the tangible history of our love.
“Keepsakes of Love” by James Browning
Bit’s and pieces
Covered with lines & creases:
Concert ticket stubs
and cards and notes.
Parking passes
and dinner receipts.
Programs from plays
and a vacation motel key.
Used movie tickets
and hand written notes.
These many things & more
are the odds & ends of love;
treasures all.
Love…
…is thinking of you in the morning after I first get up and at night as I am going to sleep. It is a casual thought of you at lunch time and when driving home. At random moments all throughout my day you are on my mind, always hoping you are well and going good.
Writer and spiritual leader Rabbi Julius Gordon
So until we meet again,
I am thinking of you
Always;
I love you;
I wish you were here…
In my arms.
Love…
…is in reality, quite new to me; not what I thought love was, but what I am learning love really is. I used to think passion was the first step but with you I am learning becoming true and real friends should come first. Without it, the first flash of fire is often a destroyer.
An anonymous caption found on a Flickr.com photo post
If you’re alone,
I’ll be your shadow.
If you want to cry,
I’ll be your shoulder.
If you want a hug,
I’ll be your pillow.
If you need to be happy,
I’ll be your smile…
But anytime
you need a friend,
I’ll just be me.
Love…
…simple and beautiful can be found watching a caring couple share a meal in a restaurant. The magic is in their almost continuous conversation, the near constant eye contact as they talk and the way they smile at each other: just like you and I!
Original author unknown – Anonymous
When you’re lonely,
I wish you love.
When you’re down,
I wish you joy.
When you’re troubled,
I wish you peace.
When things are complicated,
I wish you simple beauty.
When things look empty,
I wish you hope.
Love…
…expressed plainly is an afternoon road trip down Route 66 with no time restraint or particular place to go. It amazes me how we can comfortably talk for hours and hours yet not run out of things to converse about.
Saying taken from an old Swedish proverb
Shared
joy
is a
double
joy;
shared
sorrow
is
half a
sorrow.
Love…
…may come and stay, but always remains free to come or go. It can never be caged or contained nor made to happen or be bought. Love is elusive if chased yet never far away. It is a gift above all others.
English novelist and poet Charlotte Bronte
Happiness
unshared
can
scarcely
be
called
happiness;
it
has
no
taste.
Love…
…makes no sense. It is illogical, uncertain, tentative, hard and often sorrowful. Love makes sense. It is logical, certain, sure, easy and happy. Love is a beautiful paradox of opposites.
“I Know Not” by James Browning
Is it her smile or the curl of her hair?
I really can’t tell yet, I’m still unaware.
Why like iron to magnet am I pulled her way?
I have no logic about that which I can display.
It is tenderness of her hand’s gentle touch?
That answer I wish I knew so very much.
Why like an angel does she appear to me?
I know sure its true, yet no proof do I see.
Is it her kiss or body next to mine in a hug?
That certain answer is only known high above.
Why is she near yet so distant and far away?
Only guesses I offer, No answer can I say.
Is she going to be with me never or soon?
At near Noon or at night under a bright moon?
Is she running away from me, never to return?
I know not except for her I yearn and yearn.
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