in-love

To love is to finally live.

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you.

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to know if you've injured your wing.Now, tell me where you end, my angelFor I no longer know where I begin.

Love can bless you with a sense of purpose and direction when all else fails. Because to have faith in love is to be optimistic about life. Love is hopefulness.

Love is the most integral function of our lives. That is why LOVE is only one letter away from LIVE.

The greatest thing about me isn__ even a part of me. It__ you.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?

Every word you__e ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

I am in love with what I am doing, because the answer to this problem is right here in my mind, and soon - very soon - it will burst into consciousness.

When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other__ cast stones, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who will hold your hand when your sick, who thinks your pretty without makeup, the one who turns to his friends and say, __hat__ her_, the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live, who kisses you when you screw up, watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep_..you marry him all over again.

The best part of having a relationship is getting to call the person or lay down next to them and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long, and in the end that__ what it__ about, kids. It__ not about the sex, it__ not about the money that they give you or whatever. It__ not about how good-looking they are, it__ about, can they listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours about stupid shit that doesn't matter.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I__l be in love with tomorrow.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

I welcome all butterflies into my heart because that feeling is a constant reminder of how alive and full of love I truly am.

She placed her hand on her chest and thought, 'So this is what the poets write about'.

I know you not quite wellYet I foolishly surrender my mind to you. Slowly and carefully you have cast a spellNow my virgin heart only longs for you. There is no need to push, I am already falling. Once proudly tall, I__ no longer standing. Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.