Saturday, August 11, 2012

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: DEAR LOVE...YOU ARE MY SOURCE.

I slowly drift off, thinking of nothing but you your kiss, your touch, your lips, your everything. You are my love, my life, my soul, you make me complete. And I thank you for being youLove is..Being happy for another person when they are happy. Being sad with them when they are sad. Being together in good times... being together in bad. Love is the source of Strength. Love is.. Being honest with yourself at all times, being honest with another at all times. Telling, listening, respecting the truth... never pretending. Love is the source of Reality. Love is.. An understanding so complete, you feel you are a part of the other person. Accepting the other person as they are, not trying to change them to something else. Love is the source of Unity. Love is.. The freedom to pursue your own desires, while sharing your experiences, with another. The growth of one individual alongside... and together with... the growth of another. Love is the source of Success. Love is.. The excitement of planning things together. The excitement of doing things together... Love is the source of the Future. Love is..The fury of the storm, the calm of the rainbow. Love is the source of Passion. Love is.. Giving and taking in a daily situation; being patient with each other's needs and desires...Love is the source of Sharing. Love is.. Knowing that the other person will be always with you... regardless of what happens; missing the other person when they are away, but remaining near in heart at all times. Love is the source of Security. Love Is The Source Of Life. We are here, there, everywhere, my love and I. In wind, blowing in the night sky, each star falling free,the moon beams, the sunshine,each raindrop, in the river's bend, on ships at sea in the pot of gold at each rainbows end. We are here, my love and I, in the four seasons of spring, summer,winter, and fall.Walking in a forest or under city lights. In a castle tower looming tall. Hearts basking n the glow of love in a cottage behind a garden wall. We will be there, my love and I, when the world stops, when the sky, the wind, the sun, the moon and the stars drop. Our hearts and minds touching there, body and soul, lingering there within our love, aching for reality in our fantasy world

No comments:

Post a Comment

I asked 12 men over 60 what they miss most about their 40s and not one of them said their career, their body, or their social life — every single one described a moment so specific and so small that I had to pull over to write them down by Tommy Baker

You know what I miss? The sound of the garage door when she’d get home from her pottery class on Thursday nights.” That’s what Frank told m...

TOP POST