Between You and Me..

The understanding between you and me, the comfort when we are together, the freedom of being me when in your company and the loving touch of your hands is something is what I am live for.. Please never change or never let any situation allow us to create any misunderstanding between us.. I Love you , and you love me, always..

Love is…

“Love is… Being happy for the other person when they are happy, Being sad for the person when they are sad, Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.

Love is… Being honest with yourself at all times, Being honest with the other person at all times, Telling, listening, respecting the truth, And never pretending.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF REALITY.

Love is… An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person, Accepting the other person just the way they are, And not trying to change them to be something else.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF UNITY.

Love is… The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.
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 in 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 always be 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!”

By Susan Polis Schutz

I Found You

“I wanted you in the kitchen of my heart;
and there, after many cold lunches,
I found you; and there, like herbs
undressing in soup, I came to love you;
and there, like a delicate tea
of mangoes and marigolds your mouth
opened, and your words, flecked with gold
and the eroticism of your Latin blood,
flowed, like the blood I longed for, into me”

Anonymous 1023

“Love poetry is often written by those who’ve never been in love-otherwise they would know that love is often too ugly for sentimental poetry”

Anonymous 978

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.