Love…
… honest and true makes one far more than he or she is without it. It expands dreams, heightens desire, strengthens endurance and enriches possibility. Love is a spark in the heart that empowers the soul.
British philosopher and Nobel prize winner Bertrand Russell
If love
is to bring
all the good
of which
it is capable,
it must be
free,
generous,
unrestrained
and wholehearted.
Love…
…is patient and tolerant. It allows one to give the other person time and space to work through things alone. Standing by while ready to offer support and help at any moment is one of the greatest illustrations of love (you have proven it to me).
By German poet Rainer Maria Rilke
Once the realization
is accepted
that even between
the closest human beings
infinite distances continue,
a wonderful living side by side
can grow, if they succeed
in loving the distance
between them
which makes it possible
for each to see the other
whole against the sky.
Love…
…more than anything makes one sure of their feelings. Even with uncertainty about being loved in return, a heart filled with adoration renders its owner unable to hear encouragement or advice about the subject of their love. Love is not only blind, but it’s deaf as well.
From “An English Woman’s Love Letters” by Laurence Housman
When I think of you
I never question
whether what I think
would be true or false
in the eyes of others.
All that concerns you
seems to go on a different place
where evidence
has no meaning or existence…
Love…
…makes no sense. It is illogical, uncertain, tentative, hard and often sorrowful. Love makes sense. It is logical, certain, sure, easy and happy. Love is a beautiful paradox of opposites.
“I Know Not” by James Browning
Is it her smile or the curl of her hair?
I really can’t tell yet, I’m still unaware.
Why like iron to magnet am I pulled her way?
I have no logic about that which I can display.
It is tenderness of her hand’s gentle touch?
That answer I wish I knew so very much.
Why like an angel does she appear to me?
I know sure its true, yet no proof do I see.
Is it her kiss or body next to mine in a hug?
That certain answer is only known high above.
Why is she near yet so distant and far away?
Only guesses I offer, No answer can I say.
Is she going to be with me never or soon?
At near Noon or at night under a bright moon?
Is she running away from me, never to return?
I know not except for her I yearn and yearn.
Love…
… arrives like lightning. Growing close takes time, but realizing you have fallen in love comes in a sudden spark like a switch abruptly thrown. Love’s realization comes unexpectedly swift in its own good time.
From “If I fell” by Lennon and McCartney
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand?
Cos I’ve been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands.
Love…
… Love is a sense that comes without doubt and question; a simple, but certain knowing. There is graceful comfort in knowing there is true love in your heart for me.
Contemporary Italian writer C. Joybell C.
We have to allow ourselves to be loved
by the people who really love us,
the people who really matter.
Too much of the time,
we are blinded by our own pursuits
of people to love us,
people that don’t even matter,
while all… the people who do love us
have to stand on the sidewalk
and watch us beg in the streets!
It’s time to put an end to this.
It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.
Love…
…is a fixation of the heart I’ve never understood. I’ve chased it and run away from it. Anxiety has kept it away and trust has brought it close. Desire has given it fire and fear has smothered it. Even in all its confusing ways, I am grateful to be sharing love with you.
“Love” by James Browning
Love:
Amuses and confuses;
Bemuses and misuses;
Enthuses and refuses;
Fuses and bruises;
Chooses and loses;
Excuses and accuses…
All these things and more
Comes with love’s adore.
Love…
…IS a glance that freezes our gaze momentarily on one other; a sentence unfinished but completely understood by both; a quick kiss that resonates long after; the warmth of a hug that cools slowly. Such things find their meaning between two hearts enlivened.
From XVII of “100 Love Sonnets” by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda
I do not love you
as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations
the fire shoots off.
I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride.
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