Lucky to Have You

I love…
…that you are a take-charge type of person who does not shrink away from responsibility, even when bearing it is difficult. Your family is lucky to have you. So am I!

An old proverb said to have Greek origins
A
heart
that
loves
is
always
young.

No Greater Happiness

Love…
… multiples joy. When something really good happens to me it feels incomplete until I get to share it with you.

American Poet J. Russell Morrison
There is nothing
more wonderful
in the world
than the feeling
you get from sharing,
and there is no
greater happiness
than the warmth
you get from loving.

A Rainbow in Black and White

Love…
…gives living dimension, depth and color. Without love, life is like having only near tasteless food to eat or like a rainbow in black and white.

From “A Life Without Love” by Rachel Fogle
A Sunset without a sun
is no sunset at all.
A life without love
is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors
is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings
is no human at all.

From a Tiny Spark

Love…
…is seeing an instant sparkle in your eyes when I walk in a room and knowing my eyes are shining back at you in an instant connection.

Take from “Romantic Candlelight” By Shannon Albo
Love
is
like candlelight,
Glowing
in the dark
The warmness kindles
From a tiny spark.

Momentary Lack of Awareness

Love…
…makes me a little goofy sometimes when we kiss. Right after it’s as if I’ve become slightly intoxicated with a momentary lack of awareness of where we are.

From song ” I Said My Pajamas” by Eddie Pola and George Wyle
I climbed up the door
and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed
and crawled into the light
All because
you kissed me goodnight!

What Wind Is To Fire

Love…
…means I can go days not seeing you without growing restless or wondering if something is wrong. How often we communication does not really matter much either. What we share is the first time romantic love has not brought me a steady flow of anguish and intrigue.

French memoirist Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
Absence
is to love
what wind
is to fire;
it extinguishes
the small,
it enkindles
the great.

Still We Are

Love…
…is a spark in my heart from knowing someone cares about me as I really am. You know of the light of my goodness and of the darkness of my wickedness yet gladly, still we “are”.

From “Divan-e Shams” by Rumi translated R. A. Nicholson
Through Love
all that is bitter will be sweet.
Through Love
all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love
all dregs will turn to purest wine.
Through Love
all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love
the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the
king will turn into a slave!

These Things and More

Love…
…is never precisely the same at any two moments. The exact feeling of one hour is not the specific emotion of the next. Love is as inconstant as the sky and like clouds is ever-changing and evolving. Our hearts’ destinies are not within our control but let’s enjoy the journey anyway.

“These Things and More” by James Browning
Love can be as varied as the wind:
a calm and soothing breeze
or a strong and forceful storm,
a warm and soothing stream of air
or an angry and furious hurricane,
a heated gust of passion
or a gentle draft of afterglow.
If time is not found short or hearts lacking,
these things and more we may know.

A Heart Quietly Inflamed

Love…
…brings hope into one’s heart that is rooted in uncertainty and bound by possibility. The fire in love’s risk dampened by understanding sculpts a heart quietly inflamed.

Taken from “Love Plain and Simple” by Nicole
I get butterflies,
every time,
You look at me,
touch me,
talk to me.
Big cheesy smiles across my face,
You fill that empty place,
Deep in my heart,
Where it has been lonely
for such a long while…

Like Yen and Yang

Love…
…is constantly varying and filled with ‘ups’ contrasted with ‘downs’. The high times strengthen for the low times. The good times train the heart and the difficult ones teach the mind. In balance like yen and yang, love has its best chance of survival.

British novelist and poet Anne Bronte
He who
dares not
grasp the
thorn
Should never
crave
the rose.