PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: DEAR LOVE...THIS IS THE PROMISE TO YOU

Passion is in your eyes, igniting every flame that sparks within you. Seduction is the element that totally empowers your mind Pleasure is intensity, making the song flow together mentally with harmony. Excitement is the feeling that allows your heart to be like a series of chants. Happiness is the way, pouring out showers of love from sea to shining sea. This is the essence of desire.You have captured my heart and soul. There is no turning back this love that is now grown into a desire. As strong as I've every known or could ever know. I trust in you to hold my love deep inside, to let me know the wonders of your heart and to enjoy the love we have grown to know. There's nothing in the world that could change the way I feel about you. Eternal love is now an understatement as you have shown me the purest of hearts. Your strength spills over onto me as I try to find a way each and every day to keep you happy. I will cherish this love with everything that I have inside of me. This is my promise to you.My eyes will ease your mind and bring you into wonderful silence My lips are wet smooth with the sweet and unforgetable touch. My hands are the key to my future My heart allows love to dwell, held out for anyone to take in my love It is yours to use as you may My soul is like a flower that grows everyday.I feel the beauty in your eyes. I see the treasure in your soul. Nothing but love flows from my heart to you alone till the end of time. In the costly table of my heart I chose to write your name all the time Everything you?ve done for me in the past will ever remain in the archive of my mind, In the depth of my precious soul you?ll find nothing but only your words all the things said since we beganHave become my treasure and my wealth for life, I?ll never know how and why in life. I use to feel this way all the time. As long as you?re the reason behind I chose to feel the same till I die You never starve me of your sweet love To you I?ll forever be grateful indeed You always stone me with true romance That?s why I?ll always love you till I die

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: DEAREST LOVE..YOUR LIPS....

Your lips are subtly seductive every breath you take sends shivers through me each smile more passionate than the last the pleasure of the touch enough to soothe a primitive beast. Unwilling to shift my gaze from the deep sophistication of your eyes.I wish to indulge in your sweet, gentle caress serene as if in a dream beyond the moon, to catch you a shooting star high on a mountain top a warm ray of sunshine on a drop of morning dew glistening on the petal of a blossoming rose. Our love will never wither. Love is a flower a beautiful rose, when you're in love you'll feel it from your head to your toes, love is sweet sometimes forever, When you're in love don't lose no way no how, never, Some loves are short and some are long, when you have your love just keep it strong, Love is gentle love is kind, love is something that everyone will find, in all shapes and sizes big and small, but out there somewhere there is love for all, Cherish it hold it keep it real for love is something that you will always feel...Love is forever..." I am here", she whispers into air that vibrates, and the scope and colour of the spaces change. The pounding reaches from within his chest to without-reaching for the warmth and peace held at her breast. Sharing the life blood and a chance for more, she holds out a steady hand and touches his soul-stilling the lonliness and filling the wound, so that he rests easy, knowing it ever more shall be. Forbidden passion materializes and Reveals the truth. My unconditional love now belongs to you. To you I cannot lie, therefore I must confess that during our first encounter, My soul was enamored by your eyes. It was an immense attraction that caused me to leave reality and soar in heaven. There I declared to the angels. That I became elated with your charm. Are you the pure love that I have searched for all my life?

The natural light reveals to me that within you feel the same way. This truth which I perceive lies in your smile and eyes. Can this be true? If not, What then? Hallucinations. A dream perhaps. If the latter is so then I ask God to let Me sleep forever so that you and I can always be together.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: I BELONG TO YOU

Before the window closes, while the sun emerges, I will think of you. After the window closes and night consumes the sky, I will dream of you. Before you return to me within the capsule of endless time, I will wait for you, As you journey on your quest, I will pray for you. When you reach your destination I will long for you. When you face endless fears, I will become strength and devour hopelessness for you, When infinite trials attempt to control you, I will fight constantly and console you. When we meet in the next world I will know you. Now that our love has combined, I belong to you...eternal ecstasy love you warm lips pressed against my own tumbling so far into this fantastic web of love my heart beats fast- faster still when your arms envelop my body holding so tight as if trying to melt us into one being one existence one lifetime together I love you. When you wake up tomorrow, know i am thinking about you at the very moment For you are always on my mind and in my heart. When you wake up tomorrow, know that someone longs for your sweet and tender touch. When you wake up tomorrow feel rejoice and energy just to know that someone cares as much for you as I do.


Lost love letters...lost to the rolling blue sea of early morning seashells of late evening driftwood whenever waves roll high upon sand dunes or bring forth new sand at low tides recession, whenever the sea rolls... I think I love you. Your memories echo in the seashells-you love splashes back at me on the rolling whitecaps all day long while at sea and disappear each night as the white foam washes back out to sea. Or just at home, on a shelf, one seashell echoes- I love you a thousand echoes roll I love you. I'm a long way from the sea now, will you listen for me- while they wash in and wash back out again? ...the seashells roll. In all my years of sensual touch, I never longed to hold so much. I could not imagine the joy it brings, The way it feels and the songs I sing. Each time we greet at the door, I quickly reach to hold you more.d whether at home or out at night, I'm always reaching to hold you tight. When I'm wrapped all around you, I can feel the way you squeeze me too. And the warmth of your body next to mine,makes the cloudiest day full of sunshine. To express in words the way it feels. Who really cares, and what's the big deal? A feeling that I just can't explain, Except to say, to you, I'll remain. When holding you in my arms,I realize I've fallen to all your charm. Yet, feeling comfortable as one can be, I gladly want the world to see.How can I express my love for you, My love is unconditional, yes, it's true, Words cannot begin to express, The way I would carress, Your body so wonderfully. If I lost my eyes and could not see, would I still see you, so lovely, Yes, indeed, undoubtedly, for nothing is quite as heavenly, as the thought of you with me. Your love for me, is it there, Do I have the key, to unlock your feelings for me? Is there a possibility, the question I ask of thee, is there more for me, Than which I query? Could anyone love you, as much as I do, Could anyone feel for you, the way that do? Would anyone treat you, the way I want to, would anyone try, To make you cry,Out in happiness? I love you deeply, Madlly and truly, but can that express, My feelings fully? Can I find the key,to unlock your heart for me, all I can do is hope, but what is hope, A slim- "maybe"? Does your heart have a place for me, a well kept secret from society, a very warm place without agony,a place for a you and a place for a me? A time to live and a time to die...I ask of you but not a lie, is there a piece of you, That could love me? I only want happiness,for you and for me,will this ever be, or is it just a possibility,for you, and a dream for me?There are no words to describe the burning of a heart exploding inside the heart of another. It is arranged by God, and we heed the call, as if we had a choice to turn the other way. If we do turn away, it will haunt us in whispers, in visions,we can never be free. Follow me, they call in silent gestures, recognized only by those that need to follow. The knock we hear is on heaven's door, the light we see is in a lover's eye. But we decide (or do we?) to look and be blinded, or turn away and walk into the cold winter's heart

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

I want to kiss you, and give you the emotion that runs deep in my subconscious.(where you have touched) Traveling inside my eyes where I fall into your unconditional love. You're in the ways I think about things, I now see so differently. I now know what love feels like and I'm truly excited to tell everybody, how you have influenced me. It must have been fate for me to meet you, When I think back and remember all the things that had to happen for us to meet, and for everything I went through...I'm glad it was for you. The way I feel now is what I can't explain I just smile and think of your love to be my guiding light. Sometimes I want answers but I know you're the reason why, I feel this way about love I'm so happy today, I know that if things ever get bad, I have you're love to think of. Everytime I speak to you, You take me to where I need to be, In love with you- I love you! You're the paradise i thought i'd never find, Now you're theheaven i pray to never lose. You're my sanity and courage, my hope and dream, With you here nothing is too far it seems. Please take my hand, i give you my heart,From this day on i hold faith we won't part.I know you're afraid to give me yourall,But don't fight the feeling, or refuse the fall.To you i hand over all that isme, and when you look in my eyes, love you will see. I cherish our yesterday,I beseech our today, and the sun shines a path to show us the way.Was it only yesterday when we ached to be together, when we were in no doubt whether we adored each other,with every microscopic atom we possessed? Was it only yesterday when we were both consumed with voracious, nightly hunger more suited to a younger pair of lovers, locked in passion newly born? Was it only yesterday when what we felt was still a mystery? Has it all decayed to history, or is it safe from passing trends, deceptive dips and hidden bends, in the road towards tomorrow? A road that we will travel side by side.A sunset is perfect in every way, It warms your heart and sets your soul free. You are my sunset. A wildflower is very beautiful. The texture of the flower is soft and silk like, When one looks at the flower they fall in love with it, They fall in love with it, they desire it. You are my wildflower. waterfall is magnificent. The water is cool and soothing, This water refreshes your heart and soul. You are the water in the waterfall called, My heart.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: DEAR LOVE...KNOWING YOU

Knowing you has made my average life so much more fulfilling.Talking with you over coffee; so nervous meeting you the first time. Just looking at you, listening to you, I couldn?t stop smiling. So quickly the minutes came and went that magical night. Knowing you just this short while has brought endless joy to each day.Waking up, rushing from beneath the covers just to check my messages. How cheerful and pleased they make me as I gaze into morning's first ray. I hope that the sweet words you speak to me never come to an end. Knowing you makes my laughter flow like a swift and steady stream. So beautiful and breathtaking is the time I spend with you.As if there was no one else around. Just you and I lost together in a daydream.If ever you should leave, my affection you shall always keep.Knowing you is showing me I can fall in love again. So long there was doubt; could I ever love another? But here you are, the flames burning so passionately, drying up this never-ending rain. No words will ever describe the way you make me feel so deep inside. Knowing you has lit up the smoldering embers in the bottom of my heart. So alive and bright-eyed, I thank God for bringing you into my life.For, without your loving smile and gentle touch, life would just tear me apart.Lovely images of you are never far from my mind. Knowing you has reminded me of simple contentment and how much I long for true love in my life. You may not realize just how much you already mean to me. I willingly give to you my happy and whole heart in the late hours of this unforgettable night. I pray once more, with my head bowed down, that you will be here along side me for all of eternity. A pretty picture, a pretty pose,A moment captured in time. I close my eyes and imagine you here,Holding me closely, the moment so dear. A moment to love, a moment to care, For two hearts apart, a moment to share. A moment come, a moment gone,For just such a moment this heart has so longed.I see the picture, I see the pose,A moment in mind, a moment in time

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: DEAR LOVE...MY LONGING FOR YOU

Blindly we strolled the avenues of Longing.Through the cold velvet shadows of January Tranquility blooming Words floating softly on the breath of night Souls scattered like rose petals on the sacred steps of a campus chapel Our Lips touched and the moon shrouded in angel hair shivered with joy So gently we kissed slowly slowly sweetly caressing softly coaxing laying your body next to mine in the grass of a fig palm Under the blanket of night Awakened Ancient souls dancing and the angel hair moon shivered with joy.Like the desert misses the rain I miss you in my life like the prison loses its captives.I?m constantly losing my mind like the thread pierced through the needle. You penetrated through my heart like the river flows through the pathway. You flow everywhere in my heart like the deer pants for the water. My soul longs for your love like the body craves for pleasure. I crave for you with all my heart like the lonely longs for love. I long for your touch like the lion yearns for the jungle. I yearn for you every day and night like the darkness needs light. I need you by my side like an airplane needs wings. I need you in my life.Like a waxing moon in May, my love bloomed in that same way:Pollinated by lips embracing,Livened by emotions racing, a promise I shall now explain:That my full moon shall never wane. This love I have for you,defies questioning or reason.No, when... where... how much... or why,No special time or season. It's just there.A constant in my life of confusion.A constant that will never die,never need transfusion.I don't know from whence it sprung,just how it came to be,It just was... it just is... and will always be.To deny it - is futile,To ignore it - impossible,To wish away - a lie.Acknowledgment and respect is the only offering it will accept.And reward with a small measure of peace.So, I give up, I acquiesce, I concede to a higher and greater need.I breathe, I feel, I see, I touch, I bleed, I need...I LOVE YOU.I stare into the sky And see your image in the stars, Listen to the ocean and hear your voice, Then smell the flowers and recognise you scent, for you alter my reality.

THOUGHTS: MY SOUL'S AFFECTION

She was a prism of the night of rainbows cast from moonlit skies, and through the snowfall, cold and white,her beauty made red roses rise to bloom amid the winter light and warm the fire of weary eyes. By stunning gown or splendid dress, each proudly sewn with skill and grace, her inner charm did she express, Adorned with ribbons, flowers, and lace, while bonnet, bow, and silken tress surround her kind and lovely face. Within that gown and through that snow, so playful, yet, so elegant, the threads that shine, the buds that grow, the spectrum of her warmth present, while mirth and graceful dance bestow her gift of sweet red roses scent.As I lie awake and alone deep into the night as I gaze upon these barren walls and listen to the dark silence

I find myself longing for your sweet voice. Pictures of your beautiful smile flash through my mind. I find the moon to be brighter and the days to be longer. To sleep is a triathalon of feats trivial to some, yet large obstacles to me. Peace of mind I do not achieve until I have heard your angelic laugh. When you enter the room a luscious aroma follows. A calm comes over me that is felt deep in my soul.My urge to sweep you off your feet and into my arms is so strong ...Every muscle contracts to keep from doing so. Once again, my embarassment and fear there of restrains me from acting on my impulses.Oh, how I long to taste your lips....those beautiful red lips. Words can not describe how I wish to embrace you. Is there a chance for us? Can I ever be the lucky man? These are the questions that haunt...my ever so passionate heart. My only intentions withheld are to have the chance to make you happy! Will you give me this chance? And ever still, the answer scares me for rejection would be pain but the loss of your wonderful friendship unbearable. Afraid of the discomfort my feelings may cause I again withhold, but I can no longer hold them to myself. They must be expressed.The essence of love is on your lips....Spring in the air....flowers bloom ....love so sincere, So luscious fondles and corrupts my soul's affection such an extravagant, bold, devoted, delectable love takes over the galaxy.So many promises-my heart was traced, The ink of Love-that's been erased.Scribbles and errors-and all the mistakes...Evidence shown-of the pain Love makes. Then you come along-your letters so clear. The ink of Love-to no longer fear.You color my heart-the scars all gone...Disappeared by all-the Beauty you've drawn. You trace my heart-with your fingertip. You caress it's life-in your gentle grip. I open the door-you're invited to sign....Just write your name-on the sacred line. So warm and whole-and looks, brand new Beautiful by-the signature of you. I read the Writing-between the lines..The ink of Love-from you, now, shines. Engraved so deep-I cherish the writing..No longer afraid-no longer fighting. The ink from your pen-so true and real. The branding of Love-I sweetly feel. For your ink only-my heart's inviting..I expose my heart-and feel the Writing.

JOURNAL: MEMORY OF AN EX

A girlfriend (now an ex) once asked me what I really thought of her when we began dating. Out spilled a cornucopia of platitudes, but I felt it didn’t really do justice to the feelings she instilled in me. I decided the best way to share my feelings was to let her in on the inner monologue I had with myself during the first time we hooked up. The below was the resulting letter.

This cab ride is taking forever. I know. Why does she live so far away? Hush. I wonder what she’s wearing. I wonder if she missed me. I wonder if she’s nervous. The fare meter climbs, each click advancing the already rising giddiness within me. When was the last time you actually got excited for someone like this? Had to have been high school. Isn’t that too long? Yes. Here. Finally. Pay faster. I’m trying.

What? Five flights up? Yeah. It’ll go quick. She’s at the top. She’s worth the breathless trek. Christ, you’re not in shape. I’m ignoring you. Hear her? She’s calling to me and even her voice sounds hot. Just a few more steps.

She’s hotter than I remember. Is that even possible? I know. Her ass looks astounding in those shorts. Are they even shorts? They look like underwear. Who cares; she’s kissing me. I would sleep on these lips. They are the epitome of soft and sultry. She’s gently biting you. God, this is hot. It’s tender. Loving. It’s…perfection. Her hands are wrapping around my head. Mine are instinctively drawn to her hips. Her body is entirely preternatural. Feel that stomach. Firm. Tight. Young. Explore lower. Not yet. Ah, anticipation, I’ve missed you.

Why aren’t you in her bed yet? I suggest her bed. She trots ahead of me and I follow; already fantasizing and savoring what’s about to occur. We fall into bed and into each other. My fingertips methodically graze her skin delicately. She’s quivering from your touch. Her body reacts, forming thousands of tiny speed bumps for my hands, slowing my descent towards her erogenous zone. Listen to her breathing. It’s shallow and quick, her chest seemingly beckoning me closer. More kissing. Kiss her more. Her leg entwines mine. Nothing has ever felt this right. Ever.

She’s completely naked. For you. This is what you’ve wanted. I want more than that, though. What else is there? Look up. Her face is contorted with pleasure. I want to know her. Does anyone really ever know anyone else? So I shouldn’t even try? Focus.

My hand slips between her legs. Her breathing intensifies and comes in even more rapid spurts, as pleasure overtakes her body. She succumbs easily. Her back arches. Her body thrusts towards mine. I pull her even closer. Those perfect breasts are against my chest.

Pull her on top of you. That’ll be hot. She’s completely exposed as my legs spread hers. The only sound filling the room is her exhaling. I reach down the front of her again and find her sweet spot. Spasms rack her small frame, addling her with pockets of bliss as her thighs instinctively fight to clamp around my hand. Harder. Go deeper and harder. No, she likes this. She likes it gentle. So do you. You’re made for each other. I steal kisses where I can. I blow in her ear. She likes that. I know. My free hand finds hers and holds it briefly. There’s your moment of real connection. I like this.

She’s literally bucking. You’re doing this to her. This is insane. As my hand moves faster, her rhythmic hip-gyrating increases, matching my hand speed. Her eyes open briefly and meet mine, inches away. Our shared gaze is a paragon of lust. That’s a burning look. She has to be close. She is. As she comes, small guttural sounds of sheer bliss escape her lips. Her entire body goes tense, quivers uncontrollably, and then goes lax. She’s laughing. Why is she laughing? Sometimes it’s so good; the only thing to do is laugh. She’s back laying next to me, nuzzled up close. A feeling of jubilation wraps itself around me like a blanket.

There’s funny small talk made. She laughs. I laugh. But we’re really both just basking in her post-climactic glow of euphoria. You love her, don’t you? I just met her. That’s completely irrational. So? “Irrationality” hasn’t ever hindered you before. I’m falling for her, yes. Why? I don’t have to explain everything to you. She’s out of bed, strolling across the room for a drink. Even her gait is sexy. Her ass looks amazing naked. I spend the next several hours exploring her body, tracing her every curve, memorizing her face as she reacts to my touch.

As we part ways later, she wraps both hands around my face, pulling me in. A bevy of staccato kisses rain upon my lips. You want a real kiss. I get it. It’s the ultimate ending to our passionate afternoon. She leaves. The mental replay has already begun and it’s in high definition; it’s hyper-real. You’re just standing in the street. Hail a cab already. No need. We can just float home.

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

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: MET ME MY LOVE....

I never knew the meaning of love or what this great word entails. I simply knew the definition that left out all the details. I didn't know what love meant nor how to tell if it was true, but this all changed the day I met you. I know what I feel for you is true because it's no surprise that I see your face when I close my eyes. I can still feel your arms holding me tight even after your embrace has left my sight. Long after we've said goodbye. I can taste your sweet kiss lingering on my lips leaving me in pure bliss. I know I?m in love because I miss you before you're even gone. Your voice echoes in my ears until the break of dawn. Your presence eases my pain Your name sends chills down my spine You're the only one I think about and now you're all mine. Will you come dance with me, along the shore.Will you please? dance like a summer breeze. Sing a ballad to my heart, to pierce it fiercely like a dart. The stars will dance the moon will Sing, as the chapel bell rings. We'll dance forever, till the break of dawn. We'll dance until we feel withdrawn. the sound of silence embraces the night, as we embrace in a simmering flight. A flight of chance, to begin romance. As the song dies down, there is no frown. For we are happy in the ending night.I have spent a lifetime gazing at the beauty of women.This has always seemed so natural and easy. Life's most beautiful treasures are offered free.No harm intended just to look.Compared to most everything else, the sight of a woman is most pleasing.Whether seen up close or from afar...my eye is always drawn just to see. Unless, perhaps, she were you? her eyes aren?t comparable to the morning glisten of the lake the sun isn't bright enough to challenge her glow and as much as nature tries to copy her beauty mother nature will never know she walks higher than the ground below her feet I don't think she ever had a speck of dirt between her toes everyone but God bows down to her and my love is the only one she truly knows. Her smile is wider than the Sahara and love is attached from end to end...her lips are smoother than silk but not as smooth as her skin. My hands ache for her emasculate touch and without it they will mangle and decay without her sweet love and passion I will choose to end all and die today to hear "I love you" is more than a rich man's gold for I am richer than all of you nd your wealth can easily fold my wealth will never deplete or decrease. Death can not part my treasure from me for when Death comes around, and makes his trumpet sound...it's just an opportunity for us to finally be free. You can not take your priceless belongings with you but I will always have mine. We will both share our treasure in heaven and with God at my side, we will surely dine. Stirring up my emotions...It lingers in my mind...rememberance of the moments all the answers to find in the depths of my soul A feeling immensly true..Aapowerful force which weakens my barriers- the love i portray for you...I reveal all of the truths...confessing the secrets of me...letting the pain be at ease with you i am free. You are my other half fully completing my heart. We are eternally bound together though at times must be apart. My body and soul yearn for you. I am overcome by fate I've made the realization ou are my one soul mate It has stirred up my emotions Nothing left to do The words linger on my lips I am in love with you


Meet me, my love, for an innocent kiss under the milky way. Where the stars are bright, as our love that grows, incandescent with each passing day.Thy radiant glow and lips that are moist,I am eager for the touch, with a passionate kiss, I have yearned so long, that would mean to you as much.Thy soft silky skin and warm embrace,has beckoned now my soul.Our hearts set to race, of the passions within, that only love can know.So kiss me my sweet, under the stars,as the daylight ushers near.For love's first kiss, thy sweet surrender,has brought us both to here.Poetic love is like words being said through words on paper,His words are firing through her sweet ears. The river of deep blue sea. Her lips ripping at each word he speaks, and covers up the whole page.

THOUGHTS: FUCKING HER DEEPER

he begged him: deeper … fuck me deeper; fuck me harder. Imprint yourself on my body from the inside so that the passage of time can’t erode the mark. Leave an indelible brand for me to carry that no one else can see. Fuck me so hard that the fucking is permanent. I’ll rise to meet you so you can.

THOUGHT: LOVE'S FULL MEANING

If you would try with all your might to sum-up, "Love's full meaning".You' d find right away, it's a lifelong fight, for there is no SPECIAL gleaning. To have and to hold; to cherish forever... The words may be weak, or exalted. Only your power, and the need to be clever, will change what has never been faulted. Search and devise, invent, or re-use. Be wordy, pretentious, or boring. No matter the poem you find from the Muse. Love's explanation is SOARING! Be sure as you write, with words from a dream... As you strive for each new-found creation. You're only repeating a well-battered theme... Love NEEDS no explanation!

THOUGHT: HE LOVED HER IN A SUBTLE KIND OF WAY

He loved her in a distant kind of way, the same way the sun heats the Earth. If she were to disappear completely, he knew through pure logic that it would have no great, disastrous effect on him. He would not cease to be; he would not stop breathing; his heart would not stop beating; the world would not stop spinning. The sun would keep shining, radiating heat, if the Earth were not there. On a certain, purely physical level, her absence would have absolutely zero effect on his person.

And yet...

He loved her in an abstract kind of way, the way a bee loves honey. He wasn't sure why he wanted to love her, but he wanted to love her just the same. Maybe somebody told him once that he should be in love with somebody, so he felt a need to pick somebody and it just so happened to be her. Maybe. Being in love was nice, sure, but he didn't need to be.

And yet...

He loved her in a removed kind of way, the way a butterfly's wings can start a tsunami halfway around the world. He knew that it had an effect on her, but he wasn't sure how great. On a certain level he was aware that if he were to stop, if he were to disappear, it would have a drastic effect. For him it would be one less flap of his wings, in a manner of speaking, if such a thing were possible without him falling from the sky.

And yet...

He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn't the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn't the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

And she loved him just the same.

THOUGHT:MY PRESENT

As I stare into your eyes,I see the face of a child, So innocent and true. True to love and all its possibilities. What do those possibilities hold? Maybe a love so strong and true, Not even an angel dares touch it. For two people from different worlds meet, For all the same reasons. They are in search of LOVE. A love so true and strong, It will stand the test of time. A love that bears no boundaries, And will outlast any other great loves known to man. For in your eyes I see the longing . . . Longing to be touched, loved and cared for. This I know and feel, since you have been hurt before snd fear the rejection of others. but others do not see what I see in you. I see a woman . . .A woman so great, who's loving, loyal, caring, and patient with her mate. You are the TRUE treasure! And the things that they don?t see are truly their loss, and my gain.

When someone stops caring it's like the winter. The ground is frozen and cold,,,the trees begin to wither and splinter...natures test begins to unfold...nothing feels right. It seems like the snow may never melt and your heart knows it's lost the fight. Is it possible to retrieve the feelings you once felt or will love be forever lost unanswered questions may forever stay but hopeless romantics will search at any cost...some choose to keep their feelings at bay...winter quickly turns into fall..your questions melt away with the season. The problems once there seem so small will eventually the heart forgets without reason. Love comes and goes with each passing season

my present
and my future
stands before me right now
making my past
completely irrelevant

this moment
before you
our families and friends
and before God
is what i've been waiting for
ever since the day
that i realized
the definition of true love

i arise each morning
with you in my heart
and your soul
occupies my body
making me
more complete
than i've ever been
in this journey we call life

everything you do for me
i want to do
tenfold
to show my undying devotion for you

we will walk together
in unison
not one in front of
or behind the other
but
right beside each other
where we both belong
on this day
and all that follow
under the umbrella of peace
love
and happiness
that has been provided by God

THOUGHTS: LOVING YOU

Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.

Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.

Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.

Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”

Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.

Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”

Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.

Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.

Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.

Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.

Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.

Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.

When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.

Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.

So, yeah. That’s what love is. Anyone know where to get some