. . . it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it isn't conceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. To not lying awake at night imagining he is kissing every part of your body. No, don't blush. I'll tell you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over; when being in love has burned away. It doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is.
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IF that is the best description you can make, either you have no idea what you are talking about or write less. Well meaning but bad poets can start wars.
Love is a force, the power of which cannot be rivalled. A force for creativity, a force that brings strength to make decisions, strength to face obstacles, a force that makes the future shrink into the palm of the hand.
To be in love is a journey of exploring that force, to see how great a person you can be. Those people who comment on the end of being in love are the ones that have ceased to pursue it, have sat on it in the cow like comfort of consumerism. There is no bottom to love, no end, it is like the force of creativity, of humanity itself, infinitely deep and varied, well in our tiny short lifetimes anyway.
I have been deeply in love for many years, and even the thought of my wife speaking to me brings tears to my eyes in a hotel bedroom. I sleep with my phone in my hand. The thought of her touching me sends shivers down my spine.
I havent even even even started to begin to express to her everything she means to me, and I will never finish.
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love.............mmmmm its full of love but it requires deep understanding even if u don understand the thing......to be in love means those beautifull moments when u touch each otherbut also those moments when u cant even speak. i beleive a bit of sacrifice done on either side makes LOVE happen and grow. its a learning experience... but i think evryone should enjoy it. love cannot be beautiful evertime its about finding beauty yourself n if u coudn find it den grow it ,imagine it.....i believe ego has no role in love i myself enjoy saying sorry everytime n pampering my love.... so wt if i call him first its bout my impatience dat has occured cos of love....
if u love, don jus love d time u r wid d person physically...love d person more by cherishing and express ur love and tiny thing bout it........
it ll just shw how much u care and notice!!!
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