meaning-of-love

There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It starts like a strange gnawing at your heart. It then spreads slowly. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling. And the irony is you like this feeling of pain.

And then in a moment of pure magic, our lips touch tenderly and sensitively!

Seeing old photographs, we get enamored by the memories we made which will keep tugging at our heart-strings forever and ever...

You are lovelier than all the roses in the world.

The walls in my room know your name. They heard me sigh your name last night!

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

Love is not some tool for manipulation. Love is a gift - love is from God. Love means everything.

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you.

Love. It seemed impossible that she could love him, but she was so deep in him there was really nowhere to go but further in. So this is what love was. Uncontrollable. Consuming. But so irresistible you wanted to be consumed.

I loved him because I knew him. Because I'd seen the man he truly was inside, and it never failed to amaze me. I loved him for his heart and his strength. For his endless compassion and his unbreakable spirit even in the face of everything he'd been trough. I loved him because he was the person I wanted to be, and I was a better person just trough the privilege of knowing him.

Tell me about love when you've been with someone for years, cared for them when they're ill, put up with them when they're miserable or grumpy, taken the sharp side of their tongue and still come back. Tell me about love when you've acted quite appallingly, and the other person has still accepted you.

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.