My Love…
There is no language worthy of expressing how I feel about you. Big meaningful words by the thousands would be needed to even begin. It is my highest hope that you somehow know how I feel about you.
French poet and playwright Louise-Rose-Étiennette Gérard
For
you
see,
each day
I love you
more:
today more
than
yesterday
and
less than
tomorrow.
My Love…
Often I try to find words to convey the depth of my feelings. Try as hard as I do, my discovery has been there is no language that can adequately express how much I love you. So I’ll keep trying to show you instead.
From “So Much Closer” by America Novelist Susane Colosanti
One of the most
amazing things
that can happen
is finding someone
who sees everything
you are and won’t let
you be anything less.
They see the potential
of you. They see endless
possibilities. And through
their eyes, you start to see
yourself the same way
as someone who matters.
As someone who
can make a difference
in the world.
Love…
…runs away if pursued, but follows a willing spirit. It is reckless when treated thoughtlessly; but gentle if shown tenderness. Love can be found, but never possessed. It is the landlord of the heart for those who embrace it.
Roman poet Publius Ovidius Naso most known “Ovid”
Love is
a driver,
bitter
and
fierce
if you
fight
and
resist him;
Easy-going
enough
once you
acknowledge
his power.
Love…
…is enduring and durable. When two people are meant for each other; no time is too long; no distance too far; no obstacle too difficult; no pain too great. For you, I would endure anything.
American author, public speaker and research professor Brene Brown
Love is not
something
we give or get;
it is something
that we nurture
and grow,
a connection
that can only
be cultivated
between
two people
when it exists
within each
one of them…
Love…
…was exciting when we met and were getting to know each other. The initial exhilaration has mellowed over time into the greatest joy I have known. The life we share is the source of my joy.
Anonymous saying by a writer unknown
Falling
in love
is only
half
of what
I want.
Staying
in love
with you
till forever
is the
other.
Love…
…makes a melody from living: holding hands; watching a sunset, comforting each other; eye contact; waking in the morning; a kiss before we part and so much more. All play together to create the harmony that is our love.
American clergyman, social reformer and writer Henry Ward Beecher
Of
all
the
music
that
reached
farthest
into
heaven,
it is the
beating of
a loving heart.
Love…
…makes no promises except it will exist as long as you believe in it. It is bound by no other force except that inside you. For love to stay or leave; to live or die; to grow or whither, is a personal choice no matter what the circumstances.
Beautiful saying found at https://twitter.com/vinylimpression
Love
is for living,
in sunshine and rain.
Grace is love’s gift,
given new each day.
Love is forgiving,
second chances abound.
In life’s chaos love remains.
Love lives here.
Love…
…has been a healing salve for us. After all that’s happened, the depth of our respect and affection for each other is abundantly clear. I love you Sweetheart and being loved by you is the best thing that ever happened to me.
American singer, songwriter, and actress Kelly Clarkson
My
experiences
remind me
that it’s
those
black
clouds
that make
the
blue
skies
even more
beautiful.
Love…
…has changed all my perceptions. With my eyes I see more beauty. With my nose I smell more delights. Hearing your voice soothes me. Speaking your name rouses my heart. I have yet to be able to intelligently describe the taste of your lips.
Irish novelist, short-story writer and poet George Moore
The hours I spend with you
I look upon as sort
of a perfumed garden,
a dim twilight,
and a fountain
singing to it.
You and you alone
make me feel
that I am alive.
Other men it is said
have seen angels,
but I have seen thee
and thou art enough.
Love…
…is a wildly misunderstood, although highly desirable, malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.
American author and social commentator Fran Lebowitz
Romantic
love
is
mental
illness.
But
it’s
a
pleasurable
one.
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