POEM : LOVE IS

LOVE IS




Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
It is anticipation.




Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It is acceptance.




Love is passing up an opportunity because the time is not right yet.
It is patience.




Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the innersoles.
It is exploration.




Love is not having to say, "Let’s make love", because you know what the other person wants.
It is understanding. It is consideration.




Love is both of you remembering protection.
It is responsibility.




Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It is humor.




Love is seeing personal effects strewn from the front door to the bedroom.
It is desire.




Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It is truth.




Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It is joy.




Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It is ecstasy.




Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.
It is renewal.




Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be awakened.
It is tenderness.




Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It is where fantasy meets reality.




Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It is sensuousness.




Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-size bed three years ago.
It is practicality.




Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-size bed.
It is closeness.




Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to the right person.
It is trust.




Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It is faith.




Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It is a lesson in human frailty.




Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It is adaptation.




Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering whom you were the night before.
It is reflection.




Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It is loneliness.




Love is stories that will never be told.
It is personal.




Love is a slow kiss goodnight.









Have a nice day, Soft Rain x x

Picture : Cascade

LIVING WATERS




Living waters
Cascading forth
Mighty as it flows
Together
Joined as one
Sweet Harmony
Rushing and swirling
To its destiny
Forging new paths
Along its way
Every drop so tiny
Yet when all joined as one
Becomes a mighty river
So wild and free


Soft rain

MAGIC

MAGIC





Love is a secret magic shared between two people



Two souls entwined in the mystery of a Divine wonder



The birth of an intense energy that sparkles and glows



Beaming forth with supreme power



Bursting through the windows of the soul



Flowing out and focusing its light and energy freely



Touching, surrounding, penetrating, intertwining



Giving of itself intensely, majestically, selflessly



Clinging to moments yet remaining whole



Though out eternity






Soft Rain

Heavenly Clouds

I will often just pull over to the side of the road and take in the beauty before me, no two moments in life are alike, I feel blessed to have experienced this beautiful view and have captured it to share with you.

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