What is love?
What is love?
butterflies in the tummy
heart pounding, hands trembling
I want to spend my life
looking into your eyes;
holding hands without
chaining a soul –
glorying in being together
while respecting that we are two;
wanting someone else’s happiness
as much as – or more – than your own;
a difficult balance
agreeing to disagree;
giving up the last piece of your favorite pie
because it is also your loved one’s favorite;
even when you would rather stay in bed;
cooking dinner, doing laundry, mowing the grass
taking out the garbage, cleaning the toilet
washing dishes, food shopping;
As time passes
the years fly by
the life you share
is a living testament
to the fleeting
and sweaty hands
that fade with time -
under the daily grind
the stresses imposed
by existence -
but which find a way to surface
now and again
if only you look
what is love.
L O V E
*Starts singing L.O.V.E by Nat Cole*
L is for the way you look at me.
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore
To me, there are two types of love. There's a romantic love which is most often what people refer to and then there's a more friendship style of love. There is more to both of these types of love that some people don't really think about.
The platonic love, the kind between friends, can turn into a romantic love depending on the situation and I feel like a romantic love can turn into a platonic love. I believe that it is possible to stop loving someone that way.
Is there such a thing as love as first sight though? I would have to argue that there isn't. You can't love someone that you've only ever seen. (Rethinks every fangirling decision ever)But I do think that it's possible to love a person when you first talk to them. Their looks may be an added plus and you may be attracted to them but it's not until you can get to know that person that you can actually fall in love with them... their personality... their soul.
I feel like true love is something that is given to everyone whether it be platonic or romantic. Everybody has enough love to go around even if they may hold it inside and be unable to show. I believe that some people need to learn how to open up and love people.
I also believe that you do not have to see a person's appearance to fall in love with them rather its platonic or romantic.
So over all... that's my opinion on the subject of love. Not that I'm experienced 'cause I'm not. But I hope you enjoyed my little.... unprofessional essay on LOVE.
Buckle Down and Stick Like Glue.
There isn’t only one possible “The One” for each person. But once you’ve found your “One” a successful transfer of attachment to a second “One” is highly implausible.
it’s nice to meet you
i ever so
shyly walked up
to the mirror and finally
introduced myself to myself.
i now believe in love at first sight
Point of Origin
its point of origin:
love at first sight;
red archer, arrow’s sin
leaving evidence behind:
remnants of accelerant,
as love is
I can't believe in soulmates because I'm afraid my soulmate is you. But our love story already ended, and it ended all wrong. Because it would mean I had found the one, but you didn't. So who is the right person for you? And what's going to happen to me?
Shadows sweep the boulevards; winding their way around lampposts, climbing along trellises, slinking up shop walls.
A single shadow, attached to human feet must get lonely. Feeling cold, hard stones, metal and concrete along its edges only.
Darkness is simply the only time shadows can get together and play. Oh, the dances they dance, such an array.
We truly miss out on the nighttime display, of laughter and gaiety in the streets once past day.
A shadow does not merely disappear when the sun refuses to shine for a time. Does something not exist just because we cannot see it? Does it fail to exist all due to lack of [sun]shine?
But this, dear reader, is the timing of true mystique. These are the things we shall miss if we stop too long to blink.
Soulmates found in this darkness at daylight’s end. Meeting up in full moonlight, as the shadow dances descend.
The timbre of stars is like nothing a human ear could ever recount, for it only alights when shadows abound.
How else to explain the ignition of touch, that occurs when two “strangers” meet after the dusk?
Oh, dappy mortal, who thinks this mere fate. Did you not realize your shadow had already found your mate?
When humanity steps back, permitting the ethereal its part. Well, this is when true romance is aware in the heart.
So upon next moon’s cycle, when dusk begins its measured fade. Take a tiptoe out into moonlight’s cascade.
Beware ne’re to disturb, this ethereal dance, but instead simply view the gossamer beauty as pure happenstance.
For where mortal and spectral gaze upon one another, the spell hence is broken, the magic disentangled. Thus rendering the chance at true love eternally strangled.
But for those mere observers who catch a fleeting glimpse of the phantasmic, surely will know love’s quintessential magic.
My Thoughts on Love
Love is such a beautiful thing, right? How it can be unconditional and so true? How it can make you do things you’d never do before? And, how it remains attached to some of our fondest memories, and be the reason for living each day.
It’s love that locks any bond despite distance.
Love triumphs anger and regret.
Love is a gentle fire with a steady burn that resides inside of the depths of our hearts.
Love is honest, and full of relief.
We are spoiled with love.
Undoubtedly, there exists the souls of those who have been strengthened by lack of love.
It never makes them crave it less.
It only inspires them to find it in other ways.
Regardless of absence, we are loved in that we are valued at another day.
Most certainly, love is something we all want to feel.
Love, either with or without it, influences the most relatable music.
Love is a void we fill when we don’t have it.
But, sometimes when we have it, we are unsure how to handle it.
So, we lose it.
Nonetheless, resulting in our own personal journey for a new love.
It fascinates me how long love can last.
So precious, is love.
And, it is because we love while alive that life, itself, is also precious.
This is Love...
I don't believe in soulmates...not anymore. But I do believe in connections, I believe in feeling comfortable around a person, in knowing that they do not judge you. That your quirks and 'strange' habits are not something to be frowned on but rather interesting puzzles that when put together make you whole. Is that love? I don't know but I do know that it's not feeling scared or anxious. Love does not make you feel inadequate. It does not learn your vulnerabilities to use as a tool for destruction. I am learning that when you can spend time with a person and their scent, the way they smile.. the questions they ask, when they remember that you like salt and vinegar flavoured potato chips.. when they can feel your sadness and just hold you without expectation, when you can laugh in their presence and when they leave you with a sense of peace, that's love. I have been instantly attracted to a person I met online but our conversations, the way he made me laugh even though he could not see me have sustained that connection. Sometimes these connections do not last but I would not exchange that feeling of connection with another soul for anything..
Love is a gift to be unwrapped and treasured. Love will find you when your not looking for it. Love is given and taken for granted. Love can mean a many thing to different people. Love can be cold and hard. Love can be light. Love can be meaningful. Love can be a void. Love shared is the best feeling in the world. Love can be platonic. Love can be at first sight who are we to judge. Twin souls destined to be together in the wrong relationships find's love on a rebound who are we to blame. False love is death to the heart. One can love so hard it hurts. Love can be one sided. Its never fair. Love is endless even death has a soul. Love is flight or fight that thin love between love and hate. Wrong love breeds relationshits. True love breeds a relationship. It doesn't matter if it's online or in person or whenever love comes your way. When a person gives love or feels love there is no stopping it. You will know and feel the connection. It is as natural as nature itself. Love is what makes the world go round and the heart grow founder. Love is love. It has no color, rhyme, or reason. There is nothing more sweeter or more better than Love. Then True Love of Self is better because if you don't love self: how in the hell you gonna love someone else with your true heart. Who want's true Love?