Love

     There is a saying I have seen, I am not quite sure where it came from or who wrote it----

     Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

     That is the quote, pretty corny huh? In a world where people are interchangeable, where relationships fail every day. The idea that someone will just walk into your life and then you will understand why things never worked out with others seems preposterous and a bit idealistic, until it happens to you.

     It is something that cannot be explained until you experience it and the sad truth is some people may never experience it. I can only speak from my own experience. 

    When you really love someone nobody else holds any romantic interest for you, they are the only one  you want to be with, the one you dream about. You realize your life would be empty without that person.  It may sound a bit idealistic but you realize there is no one in the world like that person. 

     We are who we are but sometimes I think we are also like a chemical, if that makes sense. Add another element to that chemical and it becomes something different while retaining its original qualities too. We have our qualities, we have our traits, but we are someone completely different to the one who loves us than we are to other people. 

     I always like to refer to movies because for one, I like movies and for another, I like to see the deeper meaning in a story, there is always a  deeper meaning. One movie in particular I think of is about a man who meets a woman, not in person, but through a phone call. One night he ends up calling her at home and they spend the whole night on the phone talking to one another. She believes herself to be inadequate physically to be his love interest and when he persists in meeting her in person she passes her tall blonde beautiful neighbor off as herself. He tries to pursue the relationship with the blonde but it is just not the same because her neighbor is not her. Who she is to him is her inner person, that is who he fell in love with and wants to be with, something she does not comprehend. 

      I believe if more people were in love with the inner person of the one  they claim to love relationships would last. A person who is in love doesn't seek to change the one they love, why would they if they are truly in love, it is why they fell in love to begin with, they love who that person is.

     A few lyrics from the song I Do by Jewel, it shows the difference between what is wrong and what is completely right---- But life can take a long time  If you make the wrong choice Time sure seems to fly by  When I hear your voice.

     Life can take a long time when we are living with the wrong person, it can be downright painful. When we are with the person we love time flies by and there is never enough time to be with them. The time we spend with that person is pure joy. We will think about the one we love when we are not with them and we cannot wait to be with them again.  That is love.

Men and Women, The Yin and the Yang

     Thoughts change over time as a person comes to realize what things really mean. Sometimes you live with your eyes shut for years because you never really understand until you experience it.
    Yin and yang, I looked for a definition, I found this---Yin and yang can be thought of as complementary forces interacting to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the parts.
     That is the way it is in true love, the whole is greater than the parts. In yin and yang one cannot exist without the other for each contains the essence of the other. In love the force of who we are interacts with the force of the other person and who they are and forms something that would not be what it is if one of those parts were missing.
     When you finally find that part of you in the other person then you realize what you were missing. You know there is nobody on earth that could ever take their place and without them, your life would be empty. It is like finding the other half of you, some people call it a soul mate.
     When you find that person you will love everything about them. I think of the scene in the movie When Harry Met Sally,  Harry rushes to Sally on New Years Eve and tells her everything he loves about her. That kind of love does exist, it is not just in the movies, I know because I have finally experienced it and I will never be the same again.

Childhood..

   I loved my childhood so much sometimes I wish I could go back to it, life was much less complicated then.
     There were four great big sugar maple trees in front of my grandmother's house. They were so tall  it seemed like they touched the sky.  My cousin, Little Fred and I picked the one closest to my driveway and built ourselves a shabby tree house which somehow seemed grander than it really was. We nailed  boards together to create a floor then nailed our floor to the branches of the tree. It was crude looking, but somehow it appeared grand to our young eyes. Grasping on to the lower branches of the tree we would climb up in that tree house and play for hours. When we decided to leave  we would swing down to the ground on ropes we had tied to the upper branches of the tree. Pretending to be Tarzan we would give the Tarzan yell as we swung to the ground. One day after I had been punished by my mother for whatever naughty thing I had done at the time I climbed up in that tree house and gave my dolly a good spanking.
     One of our other favorite play spots was in the woods. My mother had given us an old table and some chairs she no longer used. We dragged them down in the woods and placed them by a little stream. Being the female meant I had to play the role of the wife and my cousin was my husband. We picked wild pink lady slippers and decorated our table with them.  The memories of those happy carefree days live on in my heart.
    There were days of catching fireflies and putting them in jars. The jar covers had small holes poked in them so the fireflies would not die. We would excitedly climb under the bed covers  and watch the fireflies light up. when we were done watching them we would go outside and open the jars to allow  the lightning bugs to go free.
     Childhood had its own problems, most especially when I was naughty, which I had a tendency to be at times. O.K., it was alot, like the time I rode five miles on my bicycle to my cousin's house. My sister was babysitting me at the time.  I just got on my bike and rode into the sunset, as it were, since it wasn't really sunset, but you get the picture. My mother was none too pleased when she came to pick me up, of course I had to add on to my crime. My mother was having a great visit with my aunt. My cousin, Beverly, and I climbed into my aunt's car and decided to try smoking. We opened the ashtray and there to our wondering eyes were cigarette butts. You guessed it, we pulled out two, one for her and one for me. We each put one in our mouth, using the car lighter we lit up and puffed. After all what harm could there be, grownups did it so it must be o.k.. I'll tell you what harm, getting caught smoking, needless to say I got grounded and lost the privilege to ride my bike for a month. Did I learn my lesson, hell no, I was caught lighting up again. I decided I wanted to try a real cigarette that had never been smoked by anyone. I took one of my father's cigarettes from his pack. It must have been magic because  I had just started puffing when my parents walked in on me. This time I wasn't stopped, I was made to smoke the whole thing. As my parents looked on I puffed away. I began feeling rather sickly, then I felt a strange urge to vomit, I puked my guts out. I always maintain this is why I could never get addicted to smoking. As an adult  I gave social smoking a whirl, that would be smoking OP AKA other people's cigarettes. No matter how much I smoked in the presence of my friends I never had the urge to light up solo.  I finally gave up and left off smoking.
     I wasn't all bad though, I used to lay on my grandmother's lawn and look at the clouds in the sky. Imagining all of the people in the world I would envision them holding hands and loving one another. I didn't realize at that time how big the world was. My world was the one around me, the happy world of my childhood.
     Every childhood is fraught with some pain, the bully at school, the rejection of a friend, but all in all I like to hold onto the good memories, the ones where I skipped up the road  and rode my bicycle. The days of  playing  down  by the stream  under the trees, where I enjoyed the coolness on a hot summer day.
   Childhood is a place I hold onto, where I lived in a world I created, where everyone loved one another, a hope I still hold in my heart today.

Love is Friendship Set On Fire

Hmm, just saw a poem on the internet, I like the name of it, Love Is Friendship Set On Fire. I was watching the news this morning whilst working out. They were doing a feature story on a matchmaker, a Hitch kind of a guy. During the course of the story they showed a couple meeting for the first time on a date set up by this matchmaker. Towards the end the commentator said, well if they don't get involved romantically, they can still be friends, I thought the world has it all backwards, sure there should be a physical attraction for the person you love, but why not be friends first. I think being friends is highly underrated. I think being friends first makes love stronger. People are always looking for that outward attraction, but what they don't realize is that it is the inward attraction that makes love last. I always like movie quotes and this is one of my absolute favorites, it comes from a movie where the guy fell in love with the woman before he saw her, she feeling inadequate physically passes off her beautiful tall blond neighbor as herself and all the time he thinks the blond is the one he fell in love with and it is never quite right between him and the blond because she is not her, he loves her. When the final scenes are playing out the one he really loves asks him to tell why he loves the blonde, he still thinking the blond is the woman he is in love with starts listing everything she is inside and the real woman says, and don't forget to say, because you're beautiful, he says she is beautiful, but that's not why I love her, then he delivers the best lines in the movie---You know how someone's appearance can change the longer you know them? How a really attractive person, if you don't like them, can become more and more ugly; whereas someone you might not have even have noticed... that you wouldn't look at more than once, if you love them, can become the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. All you want to do is be near them. ---- Yes, when you love someone all you want to do is be near them because they are the most beautiful person in your eyes and loving them is joy to your heart.

Love Isn't Love Until you Give It Away

   The definition of love according to the dictionary--- the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another.
  I like to contemplate things in the morning when I wake up. This week has been hard, Father's Day came as it always does and I found myself being extremely sad this year, missing my father terribly even though he has been gone for  a few years. So I wrote a post about him, writing helps me get out my emotions. This morning I realized the greatest gift my Father gave me was the example of generosity, of giving to others without regarding the cost.
     One of the things I have seen and I love about this country I live in, the United States, is that when there is a crisis a person can see giving at its best. I remember after 9/11 there were so many needs and one of them was for people to donate blood. On my break from work I went downtown to donate blood, the line was so long that it wound down around the corner. It consumed my hour long break, but I do not think I have ever minded waiting less than I did that day. It made me feel good inside to be able to help. There is something about giving that blesses a person, it makes no logical sense in a world where when we receive something we are happy. But the greatest gift we can give or receive is love. Somehow when we pour love out we receive something back, something we cannot begin to understand, but can feel in our hearts. It is the greatest sense of well being inside of us to love others.
     Just yesterday I called a friend on the phone, he lives in another country where there is  dangerous flooding near the area where he lives. I told him that I and another friend of his were concerned for him, he assured me that he was o.k.. Later on he got online and told him how much it had meant to him that I had cared to call and express my concern for him. I don't think I can adequately express how good that made me feel, to think that one simple phone call could bless another person. Such a small thing but do not despise the day of small things because wonderful and great things can come from the small things in life, the seemingly inconsequential things, the little things matter.
     Love is alive, it is a living growing thing, it is the little things in life that add up. It is the attention one gives that makes it thrive and grow. Just like a plant, if you disregard it, eventually it will wither up and die from lack of attention. Love needs to be cultivated in our own hearts and I believe the only way to do this is by giving love away, freely giving, without regard to the cost, without fear, but in joy and abandonment.
     There is a saying, "The love in our hearts wasn't put there to stay, for love isn't love until you give it away."By the very definition of love it cannot be love until it is given to another. The greatest reward that you will ever receive in this life is from the giving of love. From the song The Rose, one little verse in particular says it all---- I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.

    

My Father, Joseph

     My father was a carpenter by trade. After he and my mother were married he built our house, it started out smaller and as my mother had children he kept adding on.
     The things I remember about my father were all of the small things in life that added up to the big things. I remember winning the 4th grade spelling bee, my father folded  the certificate and tucked it in his wallet. I remember seeing him take it out of his wallet and show it off and I knew my father was proud of me.
      I remember when I was losing my baby teeth  my dad tied a string around my loose tooth and used that string to pull it out. I remember getting sick, my mother couldn't get me to take my medicine, so my father came to the rescue and bribed me with fifty cents to take it. I remember him putting me up on the picnic table to give me a hair cut. He put a bowl on my head and cut around the bottom of the bowl, granted I looked like the little Dutch boy, but what did I know, I knew my father was there for me.
     My father was a character, very social, gregarious and funny, people liked my father, most everybody except the self righteous. My dad got in a tangle with one of the leading townspeople in  our town over something that was unjust. She, seeking to calm my father down said, "Mr. Glaude, don't upset the apple cart," to which my father replied, "If there's a rotten apple in it I will upset the whole goddamn cart," one of the few times in my life I heard my father swear. He hated injustice and he dd not like to see people being treated unfairly.
      My father  was generous, many times he invited others  to our home to eat supper with us. My mother never complained, she just cooked extra. My father would give the shirt off his own back to help someone else with no regards to the thought it was taking anything away from him.
     He thought my mother was the most gorgeous woman alive and would always try to kiss her in front of us. My mother was quite modest and would say, "not in front of the children," but my dad would always get that kiss.
     I remember my first bicycle ride, there were no training wheels, it was quite iffy, my father waited in our driveway as I rode past the big maples and turned into the driveway, sure enough I ditched my bike and fell, daddy was there to pick me up and dust me off.
     My father loved music, when he was a child he asked his own parents for a guitar for Christmas and he got it, he taught himself to play. He had a band called Little Joe and the Country Boys and they played a lot of shows, generally my brothers and I went to all of them and would fall asleep in the backseat of the car on the way home. My most favorite memories of my father was of him sitting at our kitchen table, playing his guitar and singing, he would make up silly songs and put our names in them.
     I found this song by Eddie Vedder, it's called The Man of the Hour. When I listened to it I wept because I felt it was a perfect description of my father. My father took his final bow in December 2003. Everything about my father still lives in my heart, his generosity, his kindness and his care about others. These are the things I remember the most and his love for us, his family.
                                                    
 "Man Of The Hour"

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.

And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They'll all come around
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
G'bye for now.

And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just g'bye for now  

Your Love

Your love is like the sun,
It gives me courage
And helps me to run.
December the 30th.
The day that we met
It's etched on my heart
I will never forget.
I had to see a picture of your hair.
So I threw all caution to the wind
And became your friend
It grew into a love that is rare.
We chatted each day and shared our hearts.
I looked forward to each time
And hated having to part.
Now your love is like the sun,
I bask in its glow.
Deep in my heart there's one thing I know.
You're the only one for me
On this earth, it is true.
I am so much in love with you.

To love someone deeply Gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply Gives you courage.   - See more at: http://quotationsbook.com/quote/47395/#sthash.gII80pNf.dpuf

What Is Being In Love

     I used to make fun of the term being "in love." But come to find out there is a difference between loving someone and being "in love" with them. When you're in love with someone you think about that person alot, you want to be with them, there is nobody like them to you.
     I know this, when you are in love you will risk everything and no sacrifice will be too great because the  the person you're in love with is more important than anything else in this world. You will live anywhere in this world to be with them because there is no home without them. Being with them is the one desire in your heart.
     When you're in love you won't worry about what others think, not even your own family. You will never be ashamed of the person you're in love with, never be ashamed to tell others that you love that person.
     I was thinking of Edward VIII, he was king of England in 1936, but he fell in love with Wallis Simpson an American socialite who was seeking a divorce. It caused a scandal which would eventually lead Edward to abdicate the throne. He gave up being a king for the woman he was in love with, that's quite a love, to give up being a king.
     Many people may love, but very few are in love.

What is Love

     I despair of this question, there are no answers. Love has a different meaning to everyone because everyone is different.
     I know what love is not, love is not ashamed of loving another, love does not care what others think. If there is shame in your heart about the person you claim to love, you do not love them.
     Love is not careless, not caring about the other person's feelings and the things done that hurt another.
     Love does not run and hide away when the going gets tough. I saw this first hand in my own family when my Father became incapacitated after a stroke rendered him paralyzed. My Mother faithfully cared for him in spite of the difficulties, she did not run away.
     I have no understanding of love, only what I feel in my own heart and what I long for. I have rarely seen love in just about every relationship I have ever witnessed, save a rare few who seem to truly love their partner. These things I have witnessed, the joy that overflows the heart of the one who loves, they cannot contain their love and it overflows on every person around them and blesses the ones who are witnesses to that love. Love builds up the other person, it never tears them down. Love truly cares for the other person, love does not have a careless attitude of, if you don't like it that's too bad, that is not love.
     I believe true love, real love has blinders on, there is no temptation to cheat because there is no one who holds the attraction that your loved one holds for you. Faithfulness is not just some moral value, but rather a matter of love that is hidden deep within one's soul.
     On every negative side of what love is not becomes the positive side of what love is. I know this for sure, true love is rare, it's like a jewel, very few are lucky enough to find real love in this life.

Old Habits Die Hard

     Sometimes when you are in a thought process that becomes a habit, it's hard to get out of it. It may be from things that happened in your life, it may be from people in your life telling you these things that perpetuate the thought process. It could be good, it could be bad things. What I am referring to are the negative things we accept. That thought process becomes our habit until we believe what we have been told. We accept it as truth when it is not true at all.
    A person begins to believe they deserve nothing because they are nothing, not worth anything. When somebody comes along and they see something in you that you have never seen it is hard to believe because that negative thought process has become so deeply ingrained into your soul it negates the positive.
     It is like being in a prison and you struggle against the bars trying to get free but it is hard. You want to be free but somehow you don't know how to do it. But there's a realization in your heart that you don't want to live in that anymore. Sometimes it's a day by day struggle, sometimes it's a moment by moment struggle.
     It's scary when somebody sees something good in you because deep down inside you don't feel like there is anything good about you and the moment they realize that the jig is up. You know somehow you're going to mess it all up because they're the good one and you're the bad one and you don't deserve anything good. It's a hard place to be in when you can't find the exit door.
     But then you see a glimpse of light, you see other people who live and talk different, it's like a foreign language you want to speak, there's a little inkling of hope inside your soul that you can learn that language.

   I've seen enough of wrong
   To know I want right
   I've lived in the dark long enough
   I want the light.
   I've had enough of lies
   I want the truth
   I've had enough of words that cut
   I need words that soothe.

Love, The Way It Should Be

     I like to ponder this topic, love. Perhaps it is because I am a romantic idealist, two words that should never be put together, but there you go. P.B.S. actually featured a special on love which included all types of love, not just romantic, but parental love, the love of siblings and of course romantic love. It was called The Mystery of Love and began with a quote from Jung, I have again and again been faced with the mystery of love... To speak of partial aspects is too much or too little, for only the whole is meaningful.
      One of the most compelling love stories included  was the story of a woman who had a love for Dante's Divine Comedy. This woman had determined in her mind to make the same walk as Dante from Florence to Rome, when she got to Rome she found a man standing by the gates of a library, a Virgil scholar. In a twist of fate that parallelled Dante's story and his love for Beatrice, this woman fell in love with this man at first sight. Upon their first meeting he proclaimed to her that they were going to marry and that she was the love of his life. As their life progressed and they made plans to marry he was diagnosed with brain cancer, they had their wedding in the hospital, she stayed by his side until the end. Not really the happy ending of the movies, but love has a purpose and that purpose is to teach us, love makes us better, it is unselfish.  Love seeks to please the other person, love gives.
     To have the experience of loving and being loved by someone is the greatest experience in life. Love does not seek to change the one you love, after all you fell in love with that person because of who they are. Love sees the very best, all the wonderful things about that person that endear them to your heart. There is safety in love, you can be who you are and share your heart with your loved one. Two people in love should be best friends. I have concluded that in order for love to be the way it should be you should like the person you love,  let the person you love know, not just that you love them, but why you love them, all of the wonderful things you see in them and watch love grow stronger.
    
    

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

     What makes someone beautiful in our eyes. Who can fathom that question, for every soul it is different. I expect for some it is looks, people like what they see, but that can wear thin if there is no substance under the physical beauty.
     A friend of mine once told me that I possessed a certain aura, I expect what he was saying is that he enjoyed being my friend, we talked with each other, laughed together, even doing the mundane chores of cooking and cleaning were a joy because we enjoyed being together and I would reiterate his sentiment towards me in saying that he also possessed a certain aura too. Curiously I looked up the meaning of the word aura and this is what it said , an aura is a field of subtle, luminous radiation surrounding a person. An aura is often held to be perceptible, whether spontaneously or with practice: such perception is at times linked with the third eye of Indian spirituality.  The third eye (also known as the inner eye) is a mystical and esoteric concept referring to a speculative invisible eye which provides perception beyond ordinary sight.
     So basically the eye of the beholder has to see beyond the outward physical manifestation of the body and see the beauty contained within. Ah, but to see one must look to find that treasure and that requires attention. Unless we are willing to give that attention we may overlook that which is right before our eyes and sadly we will miss that treasure inside.
     Lately my own heart has been filled with gratitude. Some of the best things happen when we least expect it.  We aren't looking and sometimes we don't see it right away. But sometimes when we are really fortunate life will bring a person into our lives that has such an aura that it just makes our heart thankful to be alive.  
      This is one of my favorite quotes from a movie-- “You know how someone’s appearance can change the longer you know them? How a really attractive person, if you don’t like them, can become more and more ugly?Whereas someone you might not have even noticed, that you wouldn’t look at more than once, if you love them, can become the most beautiful thing you’ve seen. And all you want to do is be near them."
    
    

The Silver Linings Playbook

     Have you ever known you would like a movie before you went to see it. That's how I felt about this movie and I was not disappointed. It was everything I hoped for and more. There were moments of laughter, but also the moments that I cried.
    The Silver Linings Playbook tells the story of Pat, a man who has had a breakdown and has been in an institution. As the story goes you find out what led to his breakdown.
     He returns home with the hope of reconciling with his estranged wife, he is obssessed with the idea of it. Forbidden from having any contact with her he resides at his parents house, with a father who has his own dysfunctional problems and a mother who tries her best to be the mediator.
     As the story progresses he meets Tiffany who has her own emotional issues. But she challenges Pat with her honesty and causes him to examine his own heart. The attraction is instant between them but Pat realizes he can't take advantage of her even when she offers him the chance to have sex with her because of her own loneliness. What Pat doesn't realize is that he is falling in love with Tiffany. He has an epiphany and sees something that she has done and it causes him to realize his love for her.
    There is such hope in this movie and I wept at the tender scene between Pat and his father, played by Robert DeNiro, when his father acknowledges his love for Pat.
     Most of all this movie was about the love of a family, even though people are imperfect, love is not, love brings healing for our imperfections. But it was also about the love between two people and how love challenges us to dare to risk our hearts and allow another person inside, sometimes there's pain, but there is great joy in loving another. The rewards of love outweigh the risk of being hurt, if you have hope and believe, life will bring you a silver lining.
     This song was in the soundtrack of the movie, one of my favorite songs, I know my friend Teddy would have loved this, so in my love and memory of my friend I include this song.
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n42umTaVbjU

Il Mio Amore

     Amore, a fascinating subject. Pondered by many, the subject of poems, songs, paintings, books, movies, you name it, I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes, love is all around me, come on and let it show.  We are imperfect people trying to perfect amore. Stumbling in the dark most of the time, there is no rhyme or reason in love. There is a saying, the heart wants what it wants. Who can understand the complexities of the heart.
     One thing is for certain and most especially true in romantic love, two hearts must connect. It is the connection that makes love what it is. It is said that love is work, but in my mind I think it should be without effort and anything that is done in love for another is motivated because of love, not because of implied threats from the one you love. A song has been stuck in my head, You Got Lucky by Tom Petty. You better watch what you say, you better watch what you do, good love is hard to find, you got lucky babe when I found you. Oh really, I think I would run from that relationship.
     It is the little things your loved one does that makes love grow, but it is so much more, it is knowing that person by heart. We share our hearts with each other in love and we hope with everything inside of us that the person we share our hearts with will not hurt us. Love is a huge risk, it takes a brave person to adventure out into it. We pledge to one another in marriage to stick with the other person through thick and thin, through the bad times and the good. It is not and should never be the outward circumstances that defeat love, but one should not do those things that will wound and hurt love because good love is hard to find and you might just be lucky enough to find it. If you do cultivate it and watch it grow. The song The Rose pretty much sums it up for me, so I will finish by posting the words to the song.
            
               The Rose"

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.

Love Is A Verb

     Who can explain love, it is the undefinable essence felt within the heart. You cannot see it, you cannot touch it, but it is the most powerful force there is, the purest form of it is poured out in giving.
     We give our hearts in love, in all of the little things we do each and every day that show the ones we love that we love them.
     Love is a verb and action speaks louder than words. As John Mayer aptly put it, love is a verb, it ain't a thing, it's not something you own, it's not something you scream. Love can be at its very best when it is commuicated in silence. Words need not be spoken to convey love. It's the little things we do that become monumental. A hug, a kiss, just holding someone, no words necessary.
     Alison Krauss sang it, you say it best when you say nothing at all. Its our actions that show what is in our hearts. Love is thinking of the person you love, knowing the things that they like and a want to give to them. Love cannot be forced or demanded, it has to be free. love freely given and freely received is the best love. Love takes joy in being with your loved one, love looks forward to the moments you will spend together.
     Love sees past every outward thing and into the heart. Love knows so innately that there is no explanation needed because love understands. As the words to a song says, Old Mr. Webster could never define what's being said between your heart and mine. When two hearts speak to one another love is being defined.  The action goes far beyond any spoken words.
     There is a verse in the Bible that says love bears all. Out of curioity I looked up the word bear, the meaning in the original Greek is to cover with silence. I was inspired to write this poem:

                                                        

Love Bears All

In silence love will find me
In the quietness
Of your arms
Love is what I see
No words needed
In moments like these
Two souls are joined
Love seeks to please
Love bears all
And quietly speaks
Our hands touch
Love is all we seek.

What Women Want

     I used to think I could classify all women as being pretty much the same and wanting the same things, but I don't think that's possible. I suppose there are many things women share in common, but each person is so individualized that not all women are the same. We are influenced by our culture and women who are raised in different parts of the world believe different things.
     I recently watched a show about sex appeal and if some of what they say is true it is a sad commentary on women and society. They assigned different men's pictures with different income levels and those who had higher incomes were found to be more attractive. Sad indeed that a person should be loved for the amount of money they make. Obviously we all need to make a living, but what are material things such as a fine home if love is not found within the walls of that home.
     I have come to the conclusion that I don't know what other women want, but I do know what I desire. I want to be with someone I can bare my soul with and not be rejected when I am less than perfect. I want my partner to bare their soul with me, I want to know the one I love intimately, to share things with each other that are just between us.
     I never want to stop looking at my love's face and not be thrilled when I see it. Everyone says love settles down, I say why should love settle down, why shouldn't you be as excited to be with that person as in the very first days of your love. Love should grow deeper, but never settle down. I want the person I love to be on my mind and my heart. I want to think about my love and smile even during the routine of the day. This is what being in love should be. And I have come to the conclusion that if it is not that way, at least for me, it is not being in love. Falling in love is a term that I used to make fun of, but come to find out it is true.
    

My Short Story

I have branched out into writing a short story that I recently self-published on Kindle. This is the link to my book. I hope some of you will consider buying it. Thanks    http://www.amazon.com/Erotic-Love-Story-Dylan-ebook/dp/B00B01599A/ref=sr_1_sc_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358180514&sr=1-1-spell&keywords=an+eroyic+love+story+dylan+and+jane