loving with all my senses

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A Rare and Uncommon Treasure

Love….
… of a parent, child or friend is an act of caring and hope for the good of another without expecting something in return. Romantic love at its purest has the same selfless qualities. Such noble adoration is a rare and uncommon treasure.

From the Clever Factory, Inc. book “Sweet Love”
The way you love me
feels like home.
Just the sound of your voice
renews my strength,
as the touch of your hand
settles my soul.
Thank you
for your open arms,
your acceptance
of who I am,
and this limitless freedom
my heart finds in yours.

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Frozen In Time

Love…
…can reach through time as if a year is a day. First true loves never fade and though decades may pass the one who first found their way into a heart remains safe there: a young teenage face perfectly clear in mind; frozen in time.

American fiction writer of seven novels Elizabeth Noble
Before
we
belonged
to
anyone
else,
we
were
each
other’s.

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Without Thought or Premeditation

Love…
…brings hope for the other persons highest good;  always wishing the best for him or her.  When done without thought or premeditation love shows its utmost form.

Popular short poem with an unknown author
I wish you enough sun
to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain
to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness
to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain
so that the smallest joys
in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain
to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss
to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos
to get you through the final goodbye.

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Not Perfected Till It Is Shared

Love…
…pours adrenaline into the blood, increases blood pressure and accelerates the heart. It moves mind and spirit until all are playing in a spontaneous symphony in near perfect pitch.

Scottish historical novelist and dramatic writer Jane Porter
Happiness is a sunbeam
which may pass through
a thousand bosoms
without losing a particle
of its original ray;
nay, when it strikes
on a kindred heart,
like the converged light
on a mirror,
it reflects itself
with redoubled brightness.
It is not perfected till it is shared.

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The Sparkling In My Eyes

Love…
…brings a rise in my chest and fills me with a warm expanding inward glow when we embrace. There is a connection at such moments I can’t explain but I am certain anyone who looks can see the sparkling in my eyes long after.

From “On the Jellicoe Road” by Melinda Marchetta
When I turn around,
he cups my face in his hands
and he kisses me so deeply
that I don’t know
who is breathing for who,
but his mouth
and tongue taste
like warm honey.
I don’t know how long it lasts,
but when I let go of him,
I miss it already.

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Beauty in Love’s Presence

Love…
…makes beautiful the ordinary and polishes the plain to shiny. An ordinary heart finds its beauty in loves presence; an everyday spirit finds its shine standing in love’s light.

American poet and Unitarian Minister, Kenneth L. Patton
She is
a maiden
made of
many flowers,
a million
blossoms
shaped to
form
one
bloom…

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Do It Anyway

Love…
…is illogical. It can’t be explained with formulas or mathematics. Do it anyway. Love is a mystery. It can’t be solved by reasoning or analysis. Do it anyway. Love is the spirit of God lighted within and needs no other explanation. Do it!

American writer of contemporary novels Jay Asher
If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.

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Wish We Were Butterflies

Love…
…makes me imagine what my mind care barely comprehend; what my spirit knows but has no knowledge where the certainty comes from. In the light of love pieces of my heart return I was barely aware were missing.

Nineteenth century English romantic poet John Keats
I almost wish
we were
butterflies
and liv’d
but three summer days;
three such days
with you
I could fill
with more delight
than fifty
common years
could ever contain.

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Sole Sovereign of a Heart

Love…
…knows no master. It is the sole sovereign of a heart. Willingly one becomes its captive and gladly serves its needs. No bondage is more sought after. No chains are more happily received.

Taken from a poem by an author unknown
The chains
of a heart
do solely bind
each other’s souls
for all of time.
The chains
are strong
and will
never break;
my hand,
my heart,
my soul
to take.

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In Its Fullest Dimensions

Love…
…is known when no words are spoken; felt when you are not near; seen when night is darkest black; smelled in a scentless room and tasted without need for flavor. It is within my sixth sense, the intuition of my heart, where love is known in its full dimensions.

“Come Slowly” by American poet Emily Dickinson
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars, alights,
And is lost in balms!