.:what love means to me:.

.:what love means to me:.

Love is kind and gentle
It gives because it doesn’t matter if it receives
Love extends further than distance and lasts longer than a kiss
Or a caring stroke
Or a warm hug.

Love pulls you in and never lets you go
It binds you in straps weathered through time,
Fastened with promises.

Love is like a breeze on a sun beaten face,
Or like a warm scarf for that ill-fitting jacket on a blustery autumn day.

Love provides and supports
Extols and extorts
Love loves love and loves continually.

Love goes the extra mile to impress
And sometimes floats in jealousy, but won’t care to confess.
Love squelches your pride,
It softens you and breaks you and makes you into a new creature.

Love is worth searching for and is worth hoping for.

Love makes you tingle with affection.
Sometimes with lust.

It is true, for it is in itself truth.

Love never lies and never hoodwinks.
It’s pure, unadulterated, un-fabricated, un-mutilated,
Whole.

Love makes you believe in the unbelievable
…and turns them into a reality!

Love moves in cycles, and as it passes through
There are some bumps in the road
But that doesn’t stop it from growing stronger.

Love Is
Love has Been
And will always Be…



…and thank God I’ve found it!