…usually arrives unpredictably like a rain shower. No matter how much you try to anticipate its arrival, you don’t really know it has begun until love is upon you.
Written by an unknown/anonymous writer
met is out
First posted here on April 24, 2013
Love is the longest four letter word in the English language. To understand, one need only consider the eternity it takes before a response after telling someone for the first time that you love him or her.
Canadian author and speech pathologist Vesna Bailey
First posted March 29, 2013
Dare I imagine what it would be like to be in love with you? Do I dare imagine you could love me too? Yes, I dare! Each time I am with you it seems more likely that love might in time bind us together with love.
Written by a writer unknown – Anonymous
of your smile,
and finds in
so when you
You have been missing from me my whole life. Your love now fills empty holes within I was barely aware of before. I am more; so much more than I have ever been before.
Seventeenth century English poet Richard Lovelace
“I’m home”. That’s how I feel in your arms; safe, cherished and loved. There is no better or stronger sense of belonging that I have known.
From “Home Sweet Home” by American novelist T.A. Chase
Is it possible? Could it be true? Could I match someone so well she turns out to want only me as much as I want only her? Logic spins a hundred cautions. My heart trumps their appearance ten-fold with love.
By little known American writer, Michaela Ruiz
I think that we
the same star
in the beginning
of the universe
and as the star
we drew apart.
but over time
found a way
each other again.
My eyes see color in more luscious shades; everything I touch has a richer texture; smells of the season are unusually delightful; music is more pleasing to hear and even food tastes better. Why? Love, my darling; our love…
Reporter, Publicist, writer and Humorist Franklin P. Jones
“Colpo di fulmine”; a stroke of lightning; the moment you meet and there’s a mesmeric attraction far beyond the physical; a knowing at the level of the soul that’s innate, unexplainable, and irresistible; rare true love waiting to unfold.
From “A Thousand Pieces of You” by Claudia Gray
I believe in a moment.
A moment when you
glimpse the truth
and they glimpse
the truth within you.
In that moment,
you don’t belong to yourself
any longer, not completely.
Part of you belongs to him;
part of him belongs to you.
After that, you can’t take it back,
no matter how much you want to,
no matter how hard you try.
When I think of you my heart feels like when it was young before the scarring of heartbreak. I am blessed by your presence there. So easily you glided past my habitual walls and have taken up emotional residence within me.
Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer Khalil Gibran
to the night.
Image: Broken Love Photograph by Svetlana Sewell
You have settled into my near constant thoughts, yet we hardly know each other. There is a familiarity about you that whispers I have known you before. Maybe it’s only a dream trying to unfold in reality.
Author, poet and philosopher C. JoyBell C.
of no return”
of each others’