Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Color of LOVE

For some folks the color of LOVE is
Red fiery and hot..

For others the color is,
Blue placid and calm..

For some, it is,

Yellow caring but cautious..

For others, it is,

Orange rich and fruitful..

For some, the color is,

Lavender gentle and kind..

For others, it is,

Purple sacrificing and giving..

For some, it is,

Green with its go go go..

For others, the color is,

White pure and undefiled

But for me the color is RAINBOW
Red and Blue
Yellow and Orange
Lavender and Purple
Green and White

The
RAINBOW painted by God is a symbol of F0rEveRLOVE..
And … as long as there is sunshine and rain …
There will always be
RAINBOWs..
And ... as long as there are
RAINBOWs ..
There will always be
F0rEveRLOVE for you.
--S Dick Innes--

Monday, July 13, 2009

LOVE is ...

Love is being happy for the other person when they’re happy …
Being sad for the person when they’re sad
Being together in bad times … and being together in happy 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’re a part of the other person
Accepting the other person just the way they’re
And not trying to change them to be something else

Love is source of unity
Love is the freedom to pursue your own desire …
While sharing your experiences with the other person
The growth of one individual along side 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 future
Love is the fury of the storm and calm in the rainbow

Love is the source of passions
Love is giving and taking in a daily situations
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’re away …
But remaining near in heart of all times

Love is the source of security
Love is the source of life!
by Susan Polis Schutz

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Three Magic Words

When you said, "I love you,"
I went over the moon.
My heart sang its glory,
The stars sang in tune.

As when with a word
God brought forth light,
So with these words
You ended my night.

So with these words
You made something new:
A bond of devotion
Between me and you.

How powerful words
To shape who we are!
We ponder in silence;
Our words cross a bar.

Your words crossed a threshold
And entered the past,
Yet they have created
A world that will last.
frm Nicholas Gordon site

Proverbs of LoVe

One can be unhappy by oneself, but to be truly tormented,
one must love.

Love is harder to accept than to give.

To love is to embrace life. To love fully is to embrace both
death and life.

The secret of happiness is simple:
be loving, giving, caring.
Why, then, are so many unhappy?
Because they are afraid.

Love only yourself, and you are alone.
Love only one other, and the two of you are alone.
Love only your family, and your family is alone.
Love only your nation, and your nation is alone.

There can be no communion, not even with yourself,
except through love of God.
frm Nicholas Gordon site

Love Was Not Enough for Us

Love was not enough for us,
Though we were much in love.
We started down the well-worn path,
But it was not to be.

Delight was not enough for us,
Nor tenderness that moved
Through years of angry dissonance
Towards some dark, bitter sea.

Our differences were far too great,
Our lives too far apart.
We didn't like each other much,
But put that truth aside

Until one day it was too late
To reignite the heart.
One told the other, who agreed
At last that it had died.

But then, ah, then! we felt our loss
As unremitting pain,
As deep and inconsolable,
Unbearable regret.

And all alone we had to cross
That desert once again
That we might know that we had loved
Too much to soon forget.

frm Nicholas Gordon