Love is like a diamond, splendid and unique.
Love is like a snowflake, graceful, delicate, and intricate.
Love is a waterfall, a torrent that seemingly has no end.
Love is a clear lagoon, refreshing, relaxing, replenishing.
I’ve learned a lot of lessons about love over the years, one is that I loved you before I ever saw you.
All my life whenever I would look upon a rose, or a flower, the dew that reflects the vibrant red, the smell that couldn’t be more sweet was just a reminder that you were out there. Whenever I did well on a test, or that first time I got behind the wheel of a beautifully engineered sports car, that feeling of perfection was just a reminder that you are out there. I knew I loved you when I stood hip deep in water looking out at the endless sea and the wave crushed against me.
My love of you is based on the beauty I see in the world, how it is reflected in the things you do, the intelligence that you possess that stops rivers and powers cities, I see a soul that cares for living creatures. As the sun rises I feel the warmth that reminded me you’re out there, somewhere.
Once I heard your voice upon the wind I knew I had to live my best for that one day when I would find you. You tell me that you don’t like things about you, and I cannot see these, I have loved you for so long, and wanted you so deeply that the only thing that matters is that I have found you.
What is love to you? Have you found it, are you looking?
August 5th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Love is Sacrifice, It leaves you trembling from weakness.
Exhausting, from using large amounts of energy trying to satisfy the unsatisfiable.
Some not all are like black holes that suck the life blood from you.
I have experienced both the estastic passion that consumes as well as
the unrequitted love that leaves you empty.
Warm comfort mixed with bitterness at times.
Pain of separation. Empty spots that cannot be filled.
Comforting safe arms that support and protect.
I’m blessed my far with the warm safe arms.
August 6th, 2008 at 12:31 am
Omama, I like that you say love is sacrifice, I imagine that’s probably one of the higher manifestations of love. I guess in my selfishness I like to think that the sacrifice for true love is always fairly compensated. And I must admit when it is unrequitted I withdraw my full attentions in that case. Harsh experience. I think that no matter what, Love should make you a better person, if not is it really love?
August 6th, 2008 at 3:27 am
Hiya Claudious! I think you know we have found love, not only in each other but in our family and our new land. We thank you so much for your lovely comments on our blog, we hope you continue to read. We will keep checking back on you too!!
Lots of love from NZ
Marrisa Dawes
August 6th, 2008 at 3:34 am
Marrisa, I’m so glad you found my blog, Happy anniversary again. It’s a beautiful new land and I can’t think of a better place to be in love.
August 6th, 2008 at 5:26 am
I think there are many levels of romantic love and I have been lucky (sometimes unlucky) to know a few of them in my life. I don’t think love is blind, I think true love makes us look at things in a different way. It makes us look past the surface to see what really matters. It’s feeling comfortable enough with someone to open up and let them see the parts of you that you keep hidden from the rest of the world. It’s trusting someone with your heart not knowing if they will hurt you but having faith in them that they won’t. Loving someone makes you feel a myriad of emotions and despite the fact that it can sometimes make you crazy it’s something you can’t just set aside because you would feel incomplete without it. It makes you want to be a better a person and makes you feel that you can accomplish anything. Love makes you feel alive.
Love is many things to me but above all else it is the desire to make the one I love as happy as he makes me.
August 6th, 2008 at 10:49 am
I wish I had an answer. Truth is, I’m not sure I love the same way as other people. It’s not a word for me, but a feeling, one that exists or doesn’t, comes and goes, ebbs and flows. Sometimes I can taste it, other times it’s like sand in my palm, flowing through my fingers.
August 6th, 2008 at 11:07 am
Love is when you don’t even have to talk.
Found your site from dooce - just wanted to say hi.
August 6th, 2008 at 11:48 am
Eyisila, I like that you suggest that love allows you to open yourself up and share all of who you are with someone… that can be such a frightening thing.
August 6th, 2008 at 11:52 am
Claudia, I think love can be relative, a feeling that is hard to really embody, it’s what really makes it an inspiring subject to write music about, poems from, and art. I find your description of ebbs and flow very interesting, like a flame, but maybe one that requires a little more attention than just a candle.
August 6th, 2008 at 11:55 am
Alf, welcome to my lucid reality!!! I’m so glad to see you, it’s always nice to meet another one from the wild west. It’s kind of been a little tamed here in Oregon, but I grew up on the frontier and I miss it. You have some amazing pictures on your blog, I look forward to getting to know you better!
August 6th, 2008 at 1:53 pm
Claudious,
I think love is whatever the loved ones create it to be. Hopefully, made of goodness and togetherness.
Melissa
August 6th, 2008 at 6:45 pm
So glad to have your comment Melissa, I think that with relative it’s really up to you to decide what the definition is. I have a friend who loves his girlfriend, and she loves him, and to them that involves whips and beating, and that’s love. Not so much to me, but to them.
August 6th, 2008 at 10:56 pm
Wow, I love how you really summed up what love is and how important it is to have it in one’s life. My favorite parts:
Love is a clear lagoon, refreshing, relaxing, replenishing.
This part brings a picture of crisp cool water whirling around my husband and me while we smile at each other and laugh…
and
Once I heard your voice upon the wind I knew I had to live my best for that one day when I would find you. You tell me that you don’t like things about you, and I cannot see these, I have loved you for so long, and wanted you so deeply that the only thing that matters is that I have found you.
Pure romance…
Brilliant!
August 7th, 2008 at 12:59 am
Robin, you made me smile thank you for your comment. You know it sounds a lot better to me when you quote it than it did to me while I wrote it, thank you for giving me this new perspective on my work.
August 7th, 2008 at 3:44 am
I love this entry, this is one of my favorites. The way you dictate love is amazing and so unique, I’ve never seen someone do this before with such a rough topic. You make it seem so easy to express.
August 7th, 2008 at 5:09 pm
Yes, I know it’s gonna happen
I can feel you getting near
And soon we’ll be returning
To the fountain of our youth
And if you wake up wondering
In the darkness I’ll be there
My arms will close around you
And protect you with the truth
~ Moody Blues
Once I heard your voice upon the wind I knew I had to live my best for that one day when I would find you. ~ Breathtaking
Great post…I think it is one of my favorites too!
August 10th, 2008 at 4:56 pm
Love is not always liking a person, but choosing to love them anyway. That’s what I’ve found in my experience/marriage.