I love…
…how you get “goose bumps” and shutter with delight when I kiss and nibble on your left shoulder. In such moments we melt together. Reality beyond us no longer exists.
From the song “Do You Long For Me Tenderly” by Elsa Schieder,
do 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
Love…
…saved me. The caring of friends began my healing, the support of a former lover was good medicine and learning to love myself was the cure. Strength is not always forceful and bold. Love is tender, gentle and arrives softly, but is strong beyond measure.
American psychiatrist and author Karl A. Menninger
Love
cures
people,
both
the
ones
who
give
it
and
the
ones
who
receive
it.
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…
…never fades completely away regardless of what happens. Sometimes love pales to a faint ember. For others the coals glow brilliant red always. Large or small, love is permanent. It can’t be thrown away, cast aside or extinguished.
Newspaper editor, poet, novelist and biographer Laura Benet
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If the
sum
of
living
be
love’s
fee,
Tremble.
You
are
my
one
eternity.
Love…
…is spilling out of me. The more I learn to love myself, the greater the abundance of affection I have to give another. When heart, mind and soul overflow together love is ready to be given without reservation.
From “The Witch Of Portobello” by Brazilian writer Paulo Coelho
Reason
lost the
battle,
and
all I
could
do was
surrender
and
accept
I was in love.
Love…
…is never more beautiful that at the marriage ceremony of two happy and compatible people deeply in love. It is the beginning of the “forever” both are risking their dreams for.
Madame De Favras to De Favras January 14, 1790
My heart
is intoxicated
with its love
for you.
Never has
anyone loved
as I love you;
and I repeat to you,
with rapture,
that I will devote
each moment
of my life
to prove
my affection.
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…
…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…
…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 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.
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.
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