Love is

WE ARE SEVEN
--------A SIMPLE Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be."

Then did the little Maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree."

"You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little Maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.

"And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

"And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side."

"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
"O Master! we are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
1798.

--- William Wordsworth

I draw much of love from this poem, draw what you will.
 
Love is the one infectious disease we gladly succumb to and for which there is no inoculation, the glow that illuminates the dark, the one reason that knows no second.
 
I honestly don't know what love is...chemical reaction or bond between souls...I only know that it seems to fade with time...At least for me...
 
Just-Legal said:
Catching their eyes and feeling your heart skip.

Holding their hand and never wanting to let go.

Sleeping on one side of the bed even when you have it all to yourself.

Calling them at stupid times in the day cause you miss their voice.

Aching until you can see them again.

Wanting just one more kiss before they go...

Bingo.
 
femininity said:
i was wonderin how long it would take for that 1 to be posted.

My version = love is having to say your sorry :cool:

I'm with you, fem. We are imperfect in our humanity, and we make mistakes. And anyone worth their salt will have the gumption to say 'I'm sorry' when they've violated a trust, broken a promise, or failed to do what should have been done. There would be no need for apologies if there were no love.

Having said that, there is another Litizen to whom I say 'I'm sorry'. If by chance they see this, they will know it is meant for them. Hershey kisses.
 
Love is . . . getting so excited when she sends you a pm, that instead of replying, you accidently post it. And the pm reply is not for public viewing . . . ;)
 
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Nirvanadragones said:
Love is . . . getting so excited when she sends you a pm, that instead of replying, you accidently post it. And the pm reply is not for public viewing . . . ;)
:D :kiss:
 
I love you. Baby

Goo Goo Dolls: Without You Here


Your love's a gathered storm I chased across the sky
A moment in your arms became the reason why
And you're still the only light that fills the emptiness
The only one I need until my dying breath
And I would give you everything just to
Feel your open arms
And I'm not sure I believe anything I feel

And now, now that you're near
There's nothing more without you
Without you here

And I'm trying to believe
In things that I don't know
The turning of the world
The color of your soul
That love could kill the pain
Truth is never vain

It turns strangers into lovers
And enemies to brothers
Just say you understand
I never had this planned

And now, now that you're near
There's nothing more without you
Without you here
Without you here
There's nothing more without you
Without you here

My head lies to my heart
And my heart it still believes
It seems the ones who love us are the ones
That we deceive
But you're changing everything
You're changing everything in me

And now, now that you're near
There's nothing more without you
:heart: :heart: :heart:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Goo Goo Dolls: Without You Here


Your love's a gathered storm I chased across the sky
A moment in your arms became the reason why
And you're still the only light that fills the emptiness
The only one I need until my dying breath
And I would give you everything just to
Feel your open arms
And I'm not sure I believe anything I feel

And now, now that you're near
There's nothing more without you
Without you here

And I'm trying to believe
In things that I don't know
The turning of the world
The color of your soul
That love could kill the pain
Truth is never vain

It turns strangers into lovers
And enemies to brothers
Just say you understand
I never had this planned

And now, now that you're near
There's nothing more without you
Without you here
Without you here
There's nothing more without you
Without you here

My head lies to my heart
And my heart it still believes
It seems the ones who love us are the ones
That we deceive
But you're changing everything
You're changing everything in me

And now, now that you're near
There's nothing more without you
:heart: :heart: :heart:


That's beautiful, vana :kiss:

ETA: Did you write it?
 
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If I could reach up and hold a star for each time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.
 
femininity said:
Its been talked about in many different ways. Not only romantic love but the love of friends and family and pets and love for your job or passion in life.

This thread is when you see love in any form, style or configuration. Then come and tell us about it.


Love is the look on your husbands face when he says "I love you"
 
my own poem

Wat is love,
love is wen every time i see your name
my heart misses a beat,
love is when i hear your voice my heart melts
and my knees go weak,
love is when you say i love you i know you mean it,
love is when i havent spoken to you all day
i walk around with you in my head,
love is you know when am ill even After i told you am ok, love is when am in your arms
i feel safe

so to sum it all up

I

L
O
V
E

Y
O
U
 
Existing on some ethereal plane where we are together. I can feel you all around me. It's spiritual, and tangible. Only we matter.

It's madness but it's ours.
 
love is sometimes having to let go....

Love Lost -

I didn’t want happiness
To turn into loss,
passion ending in pain.
I didn’t want your arms
Not hold me close, caresses that drives me insane.

I didn’t want our hearts
Soon to break,
any dream soon to pass
Me to be without, missing another chance.

I didn’t want moments
Not to feel your touch,
or hear your voice
Or to lose you, yet I was given no choice.
 
What kind of world
Would it be without you
I couldn't breathe without you here
What kind of world
Would I see without you
I can't dream without you here
 
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