The capacity to accept others how they are and

where they are in their lives.

Love sets no limits.

Love has no boundaries.

Love is all encompassing, all compassionate and all complete.

LOVE IS INFINITE.

Love is the reason why humanity

Strives to keep going on.

Love is the best part of ourselves that when

we share with another, multiplies it so much more!

Love has no end,

Amen.

Love. Whenever someone asks me to describe what love feels like, my mind always drifts to you. My curly-haired, blue-eyed boy. It’s like hot chocolate on a cold winter day surrounded with cozy blankets watching your favourite film. It feels like the sun caressing your skin as you walk barefoot in the grass. It feels like the drop you experience in your stomach at the top of a rollercoaster, then it disappears because you’re strapped in safely. It’s like roasting marshmallows on an open fire, the flickering inferno creating a glow on your smiling face.

It’s like driving down the highway, windows rolled down and music blasting, singing at the top of your lungs. It’s like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and when you bite into them, they melt in your mouth. A bright sunny day with not a cloud in sight. A delicious cup of coffee early in the morning, the birds singing and the sun peeking over the Parisian rooftops.

I could go on about what love feels like. But I won’t. To do so would constitute in a novel. I will say one thing. If in this lifetime you happen to find someone who makes you feel any of the things I’ve listed above, don’t let them go. Because how rare it is to find another who will make you feel the way the stars look; bright and luminous. We think we have time, but we don’t. Life is too short not to tell the person you love how you feel.

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Love is spending five hours messaging somebody who you can't be with

But not thinking any time has passed

And thinking you still have time for a shower and breakfast before you go to that meeting you missed

Three hours ago.

It is being outside of time

Every time you meet

And aching to kiss them without going further.

Unless they want to,

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It’s like this dull ache

Under my heart

Growing

Spreading

Lingering

Moments come and go

But when the moment comes

I silently beg for a reprieve

…It never comes.

No one said when you find

The other part of your soul

That it will take copious

Amount of strength to mask

The pain

Fake a smile

Force a laugh.

When you split from them

Deep past your ego

Deep past your insecurities

Deep past your heart

You know they belong to you

And you to them.

You waited all your life

And lifetimes before

To touch the one

Meant for you and only you.

Love is a bush of thorns.

The floral beauty out of reach.

Love is wrought with pain and pride,

And only given to the gardner.

Love is as sharp as Cupid's arrows,

Piercing deep and striking true.

Love is an ache that cannot be cured,

Weakening the heart of all it touches.

Love is nothing but a pain,

Giving the lover a cacophonous sob.

And above all, love is a tormented torcher.

When the love is brought into the light.

love is the feeling in your chest when that someone walks by.

love is the excitement of staying up with that someone until dawn just to talk.

love is holding someone when they cry just to see their smile.

love is being with them just to feel their presence.

love is being thankful for just the existence of them.

love is beautiful.

love is kind.

love is love.

They say if you love something then set it free~ that must be love!

l’amour, love~ what can it be compared to? Or how can one describe this emotion?

Mom’s have love for all their children, from the moment they are growing in their mother’s womb.

Even birds know how to take care of their young. They feed the little ones and teach them how to fly when they’re ready to soar!

Love is a powerful feeling- a beautiful thing that when shown through acts of love transforms loved ones to share their love, too.

Carmen: ‘L'amour est un oiseau rebelle’ Song by Maria Callas.

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#‘L'amourestunoiseaurebelle’ © vendredi, 11 octobre, 2019.

#TellMeWhatLoveIsChallenge

“What is love?” asked the boy, bright eyes studying the elderly woman.

She paused her work and turned to face him. She sat and patted the seat next to her.

“Sit here and I’ll tell you,” was the brief response.

The boy eased himself onto the bench and looked at her intently.

“What is love? Love has multiple forms.

“There is family love and romantic love.

“Family love comes with small things. A whispered blessing, a warm hug, an extra five minutes to sleep in when they know you’re tired. The feeling of waking up on the couch and being covered by grandma’s quilt, or smelling bacon cooking on a weekend morning. It’s the knowledge that no matter what happens, your family will be there.

“Romantic love arrives slowly and then all at once. It’s the whispered compliments, the joyful laughter in the middle of the night, the fear of losing them. This love is precious, as is family, but this is more precious, because you have to search for it. This love accompanies the tingling feeling in your stomach when they get too close, or the sinking feeling when they slam the door and send you away. It’s the knowledge that you want to spend the rest of your life with them and wake up with them sleeping there beside you.” The old woman’s eyes turned dreamy.

“Did you ever love someone like that?” asked the boy.

“Yes, I did. They’re gone now, but my peace comes from knowing that I’ll see them again one day. I smile, and they’ll grin, and we’ll run and embrace each other. Then, we’ll know that we won’t ever have to part again. That’s the best part of love: knowing that no matter what, in this world or the next, you’ll always find a way to be together.”