LOVE IS....
(Love is many things to many different people; this is about the love between a man and a woman.)
Love is the longing to lay in his arms when the rain is beating against the windowpanes.
Love is lying in bed on a snowy, Sunday morning, listening to him hum or whistle while he's making our favourite pecan & blueberry pancakes, bacon and hot coffee.
Love is having him open my car door and after seeing me safely seat-belted in, gently closing the door.
Love is passing him a soft, hot towel from the clothes dryer as he steps out of the shower in winter.
Love is having him take my clean, bare feet onto his lap (on a soft towel) while he massages foot cream into them.
Love is watching our favourite TV shows together in a recliner built for two.
Love is modeling my new outfits from Frenchies for him before anyone else sees them.
Love is picking blueberries together when no-one else is in sight for miles.
Love is planning some day-trips and week-end jaunts for when we retire.
Love is climbing back into bed on a winter's morning and knowing he will often be waiting for my return with the expectation of early morning loving.
Love is taking a picnic lunch to the seashore and laying back on an old quilt, watching the sea, the birds, the clear blue, sunny sky and feeding each other juicy grapes, potato chips and buttery pieces of lobster.
Love is doing the dishes together, making our bed, cutting the grass, pitching the tent, building a fire, setting the table for company, laughing at new jokes, strumming his guitar, reading my stories aloud, sharing and caring.......
Love is an unexpected love-note in his fishing tackle box or golf bag or guitar case for his pleasure, saying something like "Have fun but save some energy for me tonight, baby."
Love is holding each other's hand at a funeral, in church, the movies, dancing, walking....
Love is listening to the sound of silence together........seeing only each other in a crowded room......feeling his presence even when he's gone.......longing for yesterday when he was still here.
Love is going to the Cemetery on Valentine's day with our dog to leave a single yellow rose and whispering "I love you."
Love was you and me; love was 'us'.
Love is..........gone........
(Love is many things to many different people; this is about the love between a man and a woman.)
Love is the longing to lay in his arms when the rain is beating against the windowpanes.
Love is lying in bed on a snowy, Sunday morning, listening to him hum or whistle while he's making our favourite pecan & blueberry pancakes, bacon and hot coffee.
Love is having him open my car door and after seeing me safely seat-belted in, gently closing the door.
Love is passing him a soft, hot towel from the clothes dryer as he steps out of the shower in winter.
Love is having him take my clean, bare feet onto his lap (on a soft towel) while he massages foot cream into them.
Love is watching our favourite TV shows together in a recliner built for two.
Love is modeling my new outfits from Frenchies for him before anyone else sees them.
Love is picking blueberries together when no-one else is in sight for miles.
Love is planning some day-trips and week-end jaunts for when we retire.
Love is climbing back into bed on a winter's morning and knowing he will often be waiting for my return with the expectation of early morning loving.
Love is taking a picnic lunch to the seashore and laying back on an old quilt, watching the sea, the birds, the clear blue, sunny sky and feeding each other juicy grapes, potato chips and buttery pieces of lobster.
Love is doing the dishes together, making our bed, cutting the grass, pitching the tent, building a fire, setting the table for company, laughing at new jokes, strumming his guitar, reading my stories aloud, sharing and caring.......
Love is an unexpected love-note in his fishing tackle box or golf bag or guitar case for his pleasure, saying something like "Have fun but save some energy for me tonight, baby."
Love is holding each other's hand at a funeral, in church, the movies, dancing, walking....
Love is listening to the sound of silence together........seeing only each other in a crowded room......feeling his presence even when he's gone.......longing for yesterday when he was still here.
Love is going to the Cemetery on Valentine's day with our dog to leave a single yellow rose and whispering "I love you."
Love was you and me; love was 'us'.
Love is..........gone........
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