Without Reservation

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
romantic-photos-kisses-part3-6_largeEDITReason
lost the
battle,
and
all I
could
do was
surrender
and
accept
I was in love.

By Love Bent

Love…
…transforms people and alters lives. No one remains the same after it finds them. Much like wind and weather bends and shapes a sapling; each of us is by love formed and fashioned.

From the book “Come to My Senses” by Peter McWilliams
120620-155001-Shaped_by_nature-large EDITLove…
no matter
what you
feel it for,
is still love.
The object does not
change the emotion.
But the emotion
quite often
changes the object.

All These Things

Love…
…is mystery. Or maybe it is happiness; or a communion of kindred spirits. Or maybe love is a tender touch and a gentle hand. Surely it must be passion, hope and the stuff of dreams. Love is all these things and a hundred more like them.

German philosopher, poet and composer Friedrich Nietzsche
handing off my heartWhat else
is love but
understanding
and rejoicing
in the fact
that another
person lives,
acts, and experiences…

Long Lost Puzzle Piece

Love…
…is easy when it is meant to be. Each fits to the other like a long-lost puzzle piece that neither knew was missing. There is no perfection, but true love comes close.

Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett Sept 12, 1846
truelove222EDITI look back,
and in every
one point,
every word
and every gesture,
every letter,
every silence,
you have
been entirely
perfect to me.
I would not change
one word,
one look.

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.

All My Own

Love…
…lives in one of a kind hearts, each made unique by memories stored and grief accumulated; by kindness stockpiled and good and bad feelings saved; by tenderness collected and heartbreak gathered. These and more plough and cultivate the heart till it becomes either soft and fertile or withered and hard.

German writer, artist, and politician Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
heart of diffussed lightAll the
knowledge
I possess
everyone
else can
acquire,
but my
heart
is all
my
own.

The Universal Language

Love…
…cares nothing about boundaries that countries claim or the politics of nations. Though the words to express it are different, the power of love is the same in every tongue. It is the universal language.

Old Hindu proverb from the Indian subcontinent
asian-woman-black-man-mirror-couple-kiss-story-topLove
heeds
not caste,
nor sleep
a broken
bed.
I went
in search
of love
and
lost
myself
instead.

Assembled From Every Experience

Love…
…is assembled from every experience a person has ever known bundled up into one way of perception. Had a life not been as it was before one falls in love, chances are that love would not have happened.

Quote by a writer unknown/anonymous
Woman-resting-her-head-on-man-s-shoulder-uid-1283701I feel like
everything
in my life
has led me
to you.
My choices,
my heartbreaks,
my regrets.
Everything.
And when
we’re together,
my past seems
worth it.
Because if
I had done
one thing
differently,
I might never
have met you.

Known Fact and Part Enigma

Love…
…is part known fact and part enigma; both explainable and inexplicable at the same time. You know for certain when it’s present yet can offer no concrete proof what so ever to anyone else of what you feel.

French-speaking Swiss author Germaine de Staël
What_is_LOVE-Valentine_Day-507_bigLove
is the
emblem
of
eternity;
it confounds
all notion
of time;
effaces
all
memory
of a
beginning;
all fear
of an end.

Are Made More So

Love…
…is gentle wind through my hair, a sight of a moonlit night, an inhaled scent of roses, the sound of pure joy and a sweet taste of delight: ALL at once. Everything I feel, see, smell, hear and taste are made more so by my love for you.

From “The Host” by American author Stephenie Meyer
25-Small-Ways-to-Love-BigIt’s not the face,
but the expressions on it.
It’s not the voice,
but what you say.
It’s not how you look
in that body,
but the thing
you do with it.
You are beautiful.