A Blazing Fire

Love…
…heightens and brightens every sense, thought and feeling. It fills and thrills the heart, mind and body. Like gasoline it can make a small flame into a blazing fire.

From “The Magic Of Love” by Helen Steiner Rice
Let-us-ignite-the-fire-of-RevivalEDITLove is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life’s sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there’s nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.

Repaid By Love Alone

Love…
…is a paradox when two have given their heart to one other. If each one loves the other until it hurts, there is no more hurt, only more love. Love is repaid by love alone.

Nineteenth Century Irish writer and poet Oscar Wilde
LOVE-HANDSTo give
and not
expect
return,
that is
what
lies
at the
heart
of
love.

Whether We Want It To Or Not

Love…
…never forgets. It is always remembered. When true love comes it carves out a space deep within us that will forever remain whether we want it to or not.

From the book “Different Directions” by Donna L. Jones
-JESSI~1Your sweet
scent will
forever be
with me,
reminding me
of the love
we once
shared.
I will
breathe in
the memories
until we
meet again.

Same Thing At the Same Time

Love…
…has me dreaming about you. Most every night there are moments I share with you while sleep has its grip on me. Some feel very real. I suspect you are dreaming the same thing at the same time I am.

Quote by a writer unknown/anonymous

Dreaming_of_You_by_KaszmanIf the
only place
where I
could see
you was
in my
dreams,
I’d
sleep
forever.

Like Oxygen

Love…
… makes a home without your presence seem ordinary and lacking. It is in your absence I realize the depth of my feelings and that you have become to my heart like oxygen is to my lungs.

From “In Your Eyes” by Tony DeLorger
kissing,lovers,love,couple,photography,portrait-94a7b550041643552fb032324be0de83_hYour eyes are the pathway to my soul,
and within you I see myself,
a reflection of my hopes, my dreams,
brought to me within the arms of love.
You presence to me is serenity,
the knowing that I am here,
that I exist and I am whole
within the silence of dreams.
Near is all I want to be,
for it is you who gives me hope…

In the Tongue of My Ancestors

Love…
…stated simply by Native Americans: Cheyenne “Ne mohotatse”, Chickasaw “Chi holla li”, Mohawk “Kanbhik”, Creek “V no kewc kv”, Navaho “Ayor anosh’ni”, Sioux “Techihhila” and in the tongue of my ancestors; Gvgeyuh (Cherokee “I love you” ).

From “Against the Magic” by American author Lisa Kleypas
bluirred native americansI want morning
and noon
and nightfall with you.
I want your tears,
your smiles,
your kisses…
the smell of your hair,
the taste of your skin,
the touch of your
breath on my face.
I want to see you
in the final hour of my life…
to lie in your arms
as I take my last breath.

Are You?

Love…
…hears the mind ask “are you the one?” The answer is already being sung in soft harmony between two hearts. You just have to get very still and quietly listen to hear what is being said.

From “Are you?” by British author Marie C. Stopes
abstract heartAre you
the body
of Love,
The incarnate dream?
Have you
hot power
in your limbs,
Swift fire
in your veins
To tighten
the chords
in my heart,
To make
quiver the reins?

.

Without Expectation

Love…
…is never, never wasted. It benefits the bearer even when affections are not returned. Life without loving is barely worth living.

American author, motivational speaker and professor Leo F. Buscaglia
giving love EDITLove is always
bestowed
as a gift,
freely,
willingly,
and without
expectation.
We don’t love
to be loved;
we love
to love.

Hastens My Heart

Love…
…brings comfort that soothes; consolation that calms; reassurance that cheers; and encouragement that heartens. It is the oldest remedy known to human-kind and relieves pain and anguish today just as well as it did hundreds, even thousands of years ago.

American romantic writer, Robert Sexton
ancient-romeLong after
moments
of closeness
have passed,
A part of you
remains with me
And warms the places
your hands have touched
And hastens my heart
for your return.

Embers Radiate Warm Long After

Love…
…is rarely loud, forceful or boastful. Such things are only ego, fear or insecurity. Healthy love is gentle, quiet and tender, sometimes only to be noticed if one pauses and looks closely. Raging fires burn out quickly; soft embers radiate warm long after.

Irish poet, theologian and minister Thomas Parnell
imagesCA3VNWMGLet those
love now
who never
loved before.
let those
who always
loved,
now love
the more.