In my dreams I’ve seen you turn with your long hair tossing to cover your face. I have felt you, but never sure if close by or far away. You exist, of that I am certain. Will I ever meet you remains the pondered question.
From “Love & Misadventure” by novelist and poet Lang Leav
There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I’ve never sown.
Or lips that I am yet to kiss,
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
I’ve never known.
When I allow myself to only feel without thought, it is as if I have always known you. Through different lifetimes I have carried this love in my heart to the present. Now is a good time. I have found you, again.
By American Fantasy Writer and Novelist Daniel C Nielsen
An awakened man can
touch the heart of the woman
he loves without touching
her, just by opening his soul
and whispering her name.
And even then, it’s not the words.
The heart can convey expressions
of love without anything
being said. There is a
silent language that two people
in love understand, and neither
time nor distance is a barrier.
When their souls meet,
their senses are heightened,
energy flows, and a deep intimacy
is formed, as if the two have
known each other from eternity past.
That’s the power of the soul
and love at work.
Great kindness may be expressed by loving, but love itself offers none. Peace may be found through loving, but love specifically brings none. Fulfillment may come from loving, but love alone does not offer it. Love offers nothing but fertile ground for all the highest and lowest of feeling and emotion to grow.
American author and motivational speaker Leo Buscaglia
To love is to
To hope is
to risk pain.
To try is
to risk failure,
must be taken,
hazard in life
is to risk
…can be denied, but not hidden from one’s self. Nor can it be made to exist by admission when it is not at home within someone. I have been guilty of denial before and admitting what was not wholly true, but for you my love is real both inside and out.
Author, poet and philosopher Henry David Thoreau