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What is love? (express yourself poetically)

My wife gave me this Rumi poem for my birthday:

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

WHAT IS LOVE TO YOU?

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How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmèd heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one belovèd face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speak.

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Love: choosing the highest good for another person.
I would do almost anything to achieve this for my love. I would be whatever she needs me to be whenever she needs me to be that for as long as I live. I would always accept her. I would let her go, but never stop loving her.

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Roses smell sweet.
Violets are pretty.
Love is complicated.

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Love begins the moment that someone or something is more important than your next breath.

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What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more
Oh, baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more

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When the Self
Embraces all sides--
Holds tightly to all moments,
Then releases with a breath
The air It borrowed.

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Nothing, until I have found it. Everything that is good in life, when I have it. When I've lost it... I'm not sure what love will be to me when I've lost it. Perhaps the bane of my happiness.

I'm trying to paint a picture here, of something whose meaning changes relative to experience of said thing. With just the right amount of cheese to make it sound cool and elicit sarcastic responses and possibly contribute to a future flame war.

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I wish that I were able to express myself as perfectly (and poetically) as some of the greats. As I cannot, I offer Deutsch's translation of Pushkin's "I Loved You." It meets me where I am, so far as love is concerned.

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.

Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.

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"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutal weirdness and call it love." -Dr. Seuss

Love is when your heart sees another human being and feels and cares for them. You see their faults and still love them, you help them and they help you through life to survive. If there was no love in this world I don't know if anyone could survive everyone would probably become depressed which leads to hate and sadness. Love is a feeling the whole world needs to share. Love not war.

Love between two beings is something special. The man I am with I love him for his personality, his humor, his kindness, his respect most of all the feelings we have for each other. We are there for each other and help through hard times and good times. We make the best of everything we have. He's my best friend. The love that is shared is unexplainable I can not even put into words how powerful Love is. Its precious, fragile, kind and so much more!!! <3

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This is love:

Looking back, he sees it all..

It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said, "Son, have her home on time. And promise me you'll never leave her side."
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh, the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road, with the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home..

Ten more years in a waiting room..
At half past one
The doctor said, "Come in and meet your son."
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said, "He's got your eyes."

And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night..

He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side..

A nursing home at eighty-five..
The doctor said, "It could be her last night.."
And the nurse said, "Should we tell him now, or should he wait until the morning to find out?"

When they checked her room that night..
He was laying by her side..

He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh, the way she smiled when he said,"This is not the end."
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home..

Looking back, he sees it all..
It was her first date the night he came to call

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Love defies definition but is known with instant recognition/
Simultanious connection from the inside out, and the outside in/
It gives us purpose, it gives us strength, it gives, it gives, giving is its mission/
The gift of being, the gift of now, the gift of sharing the moment with others again, again, and again.

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Love cannot be found
But it can be created
On the rag tag team

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there were never any pros
that could impress upon her
so I wrote this instead

It wasn't much and it
didn't stick
at first

love never makes it through
life's marathons
the sprints are far more
productive

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I can't define 'love' half as good as these guys...

"And so today, my world it smiles,
your hand in mine,
we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done,
for you to me are the only one.
Happiness,
no more be sad,
happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
there will still be you and me."

- Thank You, Led Zeppelin \m/

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What is love? Baby dont hurt me.

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"Love is a temporary insanity, curable my marriage." Ambrose Pierce?

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I think that above statement realizes commitment, devotion, loyalty, blind following without regard for self. This isn't negative, just what I responded to.
What is love?
Love is when I think about squeezing the "juice" out of my baby daughter when I hug her, but I don't.
Love is wanting to be surrounded by any sensation of that person, all the time. Touching, standing, whatever.
Trust is part of love, but not all of it.
Loyalty is part of love, but not all of it.
Not losing yourself, still feeling whole and sharing a life together.
Respect is part of love, not all of it.
Humor is part of it, but not all of it.
Appreciation for difference is also a huge part.
I don't know what it all is. I wasn't good at it except for my daughter.

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Love is a context, a
habitual
unconscious acknowledgement that
this is enough.

A permanence
put past glances.

The beginning,
middle and end recognized
and accepted.

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Peaking sunshine as I feel the sand between my toes
Reaching down to your dirt-stained hands barely slipping out of reach
Lounging about in a cobweb of unity we trace the stars
With a gust of breath, we blow the dust away from this antique book
Salty tears leave a puddle of truth at our shoeless feet
My knees quiver as I leave you to your journey
Wander the majestic mountains and let yourself grow
A hazy dream, you arrive at my doorstep with tokens of wisdom
We were always together, watching our stories unfold through a delicate crystal ball

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Love is everything I feel when I look at my son,
He is the result of love,
and he is love itself.

"Making the decision to have a child is momentous.
It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." -Elizabeth Stone

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"Love is watching someone die"
Life is love
Each day is a step toward the end
It's a beautiful path that you watch your someone build
Hope
Faith
Dreams
Words
Needs
Form the vine covered wall
The ponds so deep
The cobblestone path
The full fresh trees
Happiness grows flowers
In fields never ending
And you watch
As this person does the tending
"Love is watching someone die"
It's kissing away the tears as they cry
It's supporting their vision
While their on this earth
It's allowing them
To attain and maintain
Their own worth
Being a piece of their puzzle on earth
Love is not doing
It's feeling
Love is not something we can do
For someone else
It's the ability to stand outside
Beyond the limits of where you end
Where they begin
And be a lover looking in
"Love is watching someone die"
It's a front row seat to a journey
That's not your own
Yet your allowed to see
Each bud
Each stone
Embrace your fate
So you can embrace that of
Another soul
Because this world is cruel
And the garden in which a loved one presides
Is the most miraculous sight
For the heart and it's eyes

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My wife gave me this same poem after I cheated on her. She wanted me to stay but I left her. After all I did it on purpose and wasn't sorry.

Anyway

Love means never having to say your sorry. That's right! True love never hurts or cheats so would never have to say sorry.

My love has conditions and never forgives. Treat me like sh*t = lose my love

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Love is, I think, accepting the fact that, like in the Prufrock poem, maybe mutual understanding is impossible, but that striving to get as close to it as possible with the person of your choice is a worthy and meaningful undertaking, and one you are both bound to learn from. In that vein, love is taking that passage from a book or poem you've carried around with you for years, maybe not because it's the best or the most beautiful but because it hit you so hard, whether in a good way or bad, and being able to show that to someone and have them turn and look at you and honestly say it hits them that way too.

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Love is pure and simple;
love is complicated beyond belief.

It's wanting nothing but the best for that person,
but wanting only to hear those eight letters.

Love is
desire.
contentment.
frustration.
growth.
nonverbal.
necessary to say every once in a while.

Love is complicated beyond belief;
love is pure and simple.

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Love is unconditional.
It is the glimpse we experience of ultimate reality.
It is everywhere, around us, in us.
You can feel it by observing nature.
The stillness you feel when you look at a lonely tree.
It is the feeling you ooze out in order to feel happy.
Love is the simplest form of life. Just stop and feel it.
Love is the greatest force there is.
It is never forceful or judgmental.
Love is God.

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Winters first snow falls

To forget is a crime

Let us all enjoy!

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A poem I wrote for my husband.

I Love You ©

One day you will die,

I will not cry

Because we know I too will die.

Our hearts are joined,

Our souls are one,

So when you go

I too am done.

Stay around for as long as you can,

As our love only began

That day that we met and

That night that we slept.

So never leave, and

Let us continue to weave

What we have worked so hard to achieve.

For our love and our life in which we believed,

Both are now forever sealed;

My darling, my world, the love of my life,

Our happy cards were finally dealed.

Imogen Shepard ©

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Love is a connection.
It takes effort and with effort overcomes adversity.
It's the desire to learn everything there is to know about someone, and knowing that you never will learn everything.
It's the desire to help them, no matter what situation they are in.
It's the ability to forgive them in spite of the mistakes they have made.
It's taking a blind leap, making yourself vulnerable, and hoping they might do the same.
Love is a connection.

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Love at its core is the ability to see yourself in something or someone and treat that something or something the way you would want to be treated.

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Love is a combination of chemical reactions and mental processes in the brain that allow us to feel... certain parts of heaven. Allows us to feel so high that we can move mountains and create life. It can also give us a glimpse into hell. It can make us feel like we've been kicked by a steel toe boot in the junk. It is a gift given to us by whatever bigger being is out there so that we can feel bigger than ourselves.

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Love is about forgiveness.
It's about understanding;
Communication.
It's about truly caring for someone.
To the point where you're willing to do anything
Just to make them happy.
Even if it means letting go...

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I always knew Time would take me
One day, and tell me
That I already knew
Our endings releasing half the truth
The last stretch ribboning into sky
And all alone, just he and I
Remembering all that's passed us by
We always felt what we never knew
What some call love and others air
Drinking words and falling through
the staggering steps, the darkness there
All is to spend, and what have you left?
I've lost the last, it seems
And all I've spent has been of you, the shadow of my dreams
With daylight calling soft goodnights, I seek your eyes no more
Who could have known,
Who would have said?
That this is what all that was for?

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Search Young Man

As we search through our lives
sifting the sands of time
love's always there, calling to us
roaring with might, as waves enveloping
still and tranquil beaches
love soars through the heavens
like a storm on a warm summer night
wild and powerful
as an untamed stag of the woods

Love cannot be torn away
its strength has no compare
bringing with it all the power
that lies in the universe
love is the only entity
that's stood tall throughout
the eternity of man

You must accept
a force you cannot control
for man has no strength to match
the overwhelming powers of love
search young man
sift through time
in fearless wonder
of the feeling called
love

Nicolette

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Love is to truly, unconditionally see another person with your heart.

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Love is learning to forgive someone,
even if they are not sorry.

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Can you see it dancing in the sun looking for a place to go?
Can you hear it singing the sweetest melody rythem has to flow?
Can you feel it mending your wounded soul?
Can you smell the remembrance gramma put in your bowl?
Can you taste the flavor of what it is like to know?

That's all I have..... I'm not much of a poet. I once thought I was a decent poet, but after looking at the stuff I used to write, I'll have to decline that notion. Seeing this post and being a fan of "love", I figured I'd grab my old spiral, and see if I had anything I could throw down on the table. To my dismay I found no love, only confusion, anger, sadness, drunkenness, and maybe a little soul searching. I was not dissapointed at all, I knew why I started writing. I started writing for the same reason I started drawing ( Which got me into comic books : ), and got into photography ( Only nature, and that was a principal I carved in stone, and truely hurt everytime a model asked me to capture them : ( , it was simply to dissconnect myself with the poor chose of lifestyle I had been living for three yrs. ( Give or take.). The peom that took me minutes to write does love no justice. Love is so much more than that!! I can't write a peom about Jesus. If I could write a peom about Jesus, I still wouldn't. Seeing I don't believe in Christianity, it would be a smack in the faces of those who know I don't ( Not to mention my own. ). However, I do believe in Jesus and others who have died loving us ( Some of who get zero recognition, and we haven't even got a clue that they ever existed.). What describes love more than an individual who gives there life as a sacrifice for the greater good? We give our military men and women ( Past/presence. ) credit, maybe not enough ( We look at the cause, and it taints it.).

The other day I answered a question intitled "What events and actions do you feel held back or reversed progression of the human race?". I original inteded on answering with three events but realized they all had to do with "power" and felt that being power driven was just part of our DNA ( Still do.). That question was basicly asking for "where did we go wrong", which makes us think of negativity ( Which there is nothing wrong with thinking of negativity under this light.). I do believe "LOVE" is the stongest power known to man. Love triumphs and is never overshadowed!!

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Wine comes in at the mouth,
Love comes in at the eye.
That is all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
- W.B. Yeats.

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"Love"
Said the crow
"Is the passionate absence of all logic and reason"
Then he cawed gleefully
And kept on cawing
Until I took my Love Gun
And blasted the happy-noisy little f****r
Into a cloud of black feathers and Corvus viscera

Caw caw that, you little prick

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There is a lot of love everywhere, in all sorts of nooks and crannies. So this answer is to loving another person, in any form, not just romantically. Love takes trust and humility.

for you

it hides and waits
content in its cage

free
of thoughts

feel its quiet dips
with slight and subtle tips
of your fingers

or better yet,
come close
press
to my breast
your perked and tender ear
right here
to my ribs
and stay a warm while

climb under and stay
for the stars

or until our scars sit still
with no stories

or ‘til dreams make fools
of our minds

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Love is sex and talking. Good, long talks that change your perspective on sh*t.

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Dreaming with you

I realized
How can we meet
In our dreams
If I can’t break
My gaze from your face

While you sleep
My thoughts crawl
From my temple to your body
And evade my fingers
Interrupting their endeavor
To awaken every nerve

These thoughts are of you
Always of you
Dressed in your complexities
And begging for your light
I love the strangeness
That builds you perfect
For me, that binds
Your belief in our trust

You stir and sigh
A song of contentment
As I fall asleep
The first vision
Is your marbled eyes
The harbinger of
The one I love

Those luminous orbs
That are modified
By the upturn of
Your sweet lips, your smile
The shape that I love
Charging me to fall
In love again
And again and
Again.

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what is love? baby dont hurt me.

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Love is everyone. Its the feeling that makes your cheeks blush & your heart ache. Its the nerves in your face that makes you sweat out of nervousness but can also make you smile the biggest smile you have. It can give you almost every emotion your body can push out of your body<3

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Love is a warm puppy.

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All you need is Love...
a comb...
a brush...
and a bowl full of mush
Goodnight Moon-Love

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Love is the reason we exist...physically and spiritually. Love unites the quarks and then the neutrons, protons and electron in an atom, molecules, cells, organisms, and human beings....If all of this was not united by love nothing would exist and even the naysayers cant argue with this fact. Gravity, magnetism, nuclear energy, The Sun relationship with the planets, and the Earth with the Moon....Our Heart pumps a red liquid full of love all over our bodies!

A Mother breastfeeding its baby, bathing her, feeding her, putting her to sleep and taking her to the doctor. Teaches her to speak and to read and count. WE HAVE ALL EXPERIENCE ALL OF THIS AND ARE EXPERIENCING AT THIS VERY MOMENT!!!! Who can say they do not have love in their life?!?! We all Do!! BE HAPPY!! LOOK AROUND YOU! LOOK INSIDE YOU!

Thank you Rainn for the question!! And thank your wife for that great Rumi Poem. From Puerto Rico with....love.

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This is a poem I wrote a couple weeks ago. :)

In these moments

This is love when I see your face,
Or brush against your pale skin.
This is love when I see your smile for the first time in my day,
Or watch you laugh after something I’ve said.
When I wait to hear your first words to me,
And how much I dread the last words you’ll say during our meet.
This is love when my stomach is in knots waiting to see you,
And the subtle release after your eyes meet mine.
This is love when I see you struggle,
But you ever so quickly rise up again.
Or when I see you become human right before my eyes,
But become supernatural within the same second.
This is love when I miss you.
And each of my lonely thoughts come back to you.
This is love when every black car reminds me of yours,
And every fault in others, bring me back to yours.
This is love when the sun hits my window and my alarm rings,
To when I set it each moon filled night.
This is love when someone mentions your name,
Or discusses a celebrity you’ve once mentioned.
This is love when I think of coffee or cigarettes,
Although I have not once smoked, myself.
This is love when every good deed in the world becomes bad,
Because of a single thing you’ve said.
Just like every bad thing becomes good, with one thought of you.
This is love when I wait by my phone,
In hope that you may text me today.
This is love when I know ill see you again,
And how I catch my breath each passing second
In these moments I know I love you.
In these moments, this is love.

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Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Kahlil Gibran- on Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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Most recent love 'poem', unrequited, about a friend whom I still care about.

My mind is going crazy.
My thoughts are hazy,
But your glow shows through.
Not knowing what to do
I throw on some tunes--
The ones that make me think of you.

Its a circle Im running,
So dizzy its stunning.
Dont know what Im becoming,
But I want you
In this cycle of my life.
I miss you so much that I cry;
I dont know why,
But I can tell inside
You fill this hole,
Help give my soul
Meaning.
My heart is steaming,
And my subconscious keeps me dreaming
Of you almost every night.

I know this s***s impossible,
That nothings gonna happen,
But I cant stop these feelings from grabbin
A hold of me.
Ive always worn my heart on my sleeve.
I just wanna tell you how much you mean
To me.

Regardless of what you say,
I know itll be okay.
We'll see each other one day,
And sh*t with us will still be the same.
Talkin one on one now and then,
Me hanging to your every word so I can
Get to know you better so we can
Get closer as friends.
Dont ever want this process to end.

Whats it like to be in your arms?
What do you think of when you look
At the stars?
All these questions I still have,
Experiences to live.
Cant help but wonder what you
Were like as a kid.

Some answers I will find out
But my heart breaks
Cuz of the things I gotta
Live without.

AmyO

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I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping

I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it
This kind of love I’m so sick of it

I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them ’til they’re gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow

I’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I’m love sick

Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I feel like I’m being plowed under
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonder

~ Bob Dylan ~

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Someone naughtily posted the nearly the entire film: "A Dancer's World" on youtube which used to be a film very hard to find. Circa 1957 the late Martha Graham discusses her technique and the personal and philosophical journey a dancer takes and her dancers perform during her speaking. It's sort of an artistic documentary.

One of the reasons it is so priceless to me is that there is so little original footage of Graham speaking- and she has influenced me dramatically. She was a major proponent for change during that era and originally began dancing with the Denishawn Co. who brought techniques from South America and the Middle East to America.

Today it seems dancers focus on technique, for instance: getting the leg extension as high as possible, grandiose leaps and turns- but not so much the journey of getting there or the meaning and feeling behind the dance. Blind virtuosity to the contrary, leaves me yawing sometimes.

I immediately thought about this a few hours after I answered this question and thought about this dance-
one of my favorite pieces of choreography that is featured in this film at 12:02, with principal dancers, Yuiko and Bertrand Ross. It visually represents romantic love in a way that other dances have not been capable of- her dancers are a little older than most these days and are more cable of expressing vulnerability.

A Dancer's World 1957: http://youtu.be/aFTNmGBKC2Y?t=20m2s

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Love defined as thus: the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth. (M.Scott Peck)

Love alone is capable of uniting human beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves. (Pierre Teilhard de Chardin)

The moment you have in your heart, this extrordinary thing called love and feel the depth, delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. (Jiddu Krishnamurti)

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love
fck love
screw love
who needs it
give me a
6 pack and a
good
movie
give me a
joint and some
old Led Zeppelin
give me a
bottle and
way to get
home

internet porn and
a warm bed to
crash
in

fck

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A lot of beautiful posts. I think Elizabeth Barrett Browning can't be left out... Sonnets from the Portuguese - number 43: (If you are unfamiliar with her life, it is well worth looking up!)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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Jamie Randall:
Let's just say in some alternate universe, there's a couple just like us, okay? Only she's healthy and he's perfect. And their world is about how much they're going to spend on vacation or who's in a bad mood that day, or whether they feel guilty about having a cleaning lady. I don't want to be those people.

I want us. You. This.

I'm full of sht, okay? No! I'm knowingly full of sht. Because, I have never cared about anybody or anything in my entire life. And the thing is, everybody just kind of accepted that. Like, "That's just Jamie."

And then you! You didn't see me that way. I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough. Until I met you. And then you made me believe it, too.

So, uh... unfortunately... I need you. And you need me.

Maggie Murdock: No I don't.

Jamie Randall: Yes you do.

Maggie Murdock: No I don't.

Jamie Randall: Yes, you do.

Maggie Murdock: Stop it, stop saying that.

Jamie Randall: You need someone to take care of you.

Maggie Murdock: No, I don't!

Jamie Randall: Everybody does.

Maggie Murdock: I'm gonna need you more than you need me.

Jamie Randall: That's okay.

Maggie Murdock: No it's not! It isn't fair! I have places to go!

Jamie Randall: You'll go there. I just may have to carry you.

Maggie Murdock: I can't ask you to do that.

Jamie Randall: You didn't.

~Love and Other Drugs

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Life isn't a love in.
It's the dishes and the orthodontist and the shoe repairman.
It's hamburger instead of roast beef.
And I'll tell you something else: it isn't going to a bed with a man that proves you're in love with him;
It's getting up every morning and facing the drab, miserable, wonderful everyday world with him that counts.
~ Frank Beardsley, Yours, Mine and Ours.

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Rumi is a dear influence of mine. I have written dances I couldn't finish on his work. He charms and intoxicates his reader ;)

"Bring the pure wine of
love and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we'll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling."

-Rumi

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Love to me is letting go of the illusion of fear. A few of my favorite quotes :)

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but I do, and in that sight becomes this art.
~Rumi

Beyond the beauty of external forms, there is more? here: something that? cannot? be named,? something ineffable,? some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever? there is? beauty, this inner? essence? shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to? you when you are present.
~Eckhart Tolle
Through LOVE all pain will turn to medicine.
~Rumi

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nothing is as big as your first love, but nothing lasts forever

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A noun, four letters known as a profoundly passionate affection towards somebody. Love. Love comes in different forms. To everyone, love has a different meaning. No one definition can really sum it all up. Think of all the things you really can love. The amount is infinite. There is materialistic love, where items are the apple of your eye. New objects can make you feel a sudden rush of happiness and satisfaction. Usually though, It doesn't last long and results in having to buy more and more items. Parental love is what real parents have. The minute they see their creation, someone they brought into this world, they are automatically smitten. No one and nothing can harm their precious child, and they'll do anything to avoid turmoil for their own blood. How about the love you have for your friends, and especially your best friend? The joy of having a shoulder to cry on, and someone to confide in. You end up pulling the craziest shenanigans together, but always seem to have memorable times. If someone has anything negative to say about this person, you are quick to defend them.The love that most people take notice to and yearn for is the person they will spend the rest of their life with. Finding a person who knows the real you and accepts you for you is a hard task to accomplish. They will comfort you when needed and fill the rest of the times with smiles and laughs. It takes some people years, or their whole lives trying. Some people never get to experience it at all. True love is one of the hardest things to describe. I think out of my sixteen years of living, I have only seen one couple stay happy and in love for over forty years, and that would be my father's parents. My mom-mom and poppy were crazy about each other since they were growing up. And up until her last breathe, they shared a love that not even death could end. to this day, my poppy still talks about his deceased wife and refers to her as his. What they had could never be duplicated or mimicked by any other soul. Sometimes love isn't a definition or undefinable. Other times, it only takes someone's name to sum up everything you want and everything you have. Jodi Picoult one wrote, "You can tell you love me by the way you say my name. Almost as if it's safe inside your mouth when you say it." Love is unquestionable, and it's not really a maybe so dilemma. When you really have fallen head over heels, you'll know when you're in love. It's the moment when you look at someone and see that they are splendidly imperfect, and you wouldn't change a thing about them. You just know. Maybe love shouldn't even have to be defined. In retro speck, maybe it really should only be felt. Love is a feeling or feelings for someone, and therefor shouldn't necessarily have to be defined. Love should not be defined by race, age, gender, or distance, but rather as a feeling and bond shared by two people.

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Love is as addicting as crack
Withdrawal can leave you shaking
So much that you don't even know if
You control your body anymore
Remembering
How good it felt
And you're so tempted to inject yourself again
To feel that high
And lose that feeling of worthlessness and misery that
Accompanies your life
Except there's only two options-
Love or loveless
Because you can't bear jumping between those two
Constantly
So you say, "fck this sht."
And condemn yourself to a life full of recovering
From that broken heart
Until you can't resist any longer
And stab the needle into your arm.

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Love is the answer...no matter the question.

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I exist as a tiny bear cub
blind deaf helpless
small and foolish
but protect me and I'll grow for you
nurture me I'll mature for you
and all those things you thought you couldn't do,
well,
I'll bring them to you in a box signed Trust

Cause see, my habitation your heart
has up to now been consumed with wanderlust
you jump through the hoops they give you forgetting
my food is trust
and when you find this oasis is barren
leave this place you must
you box me up and lock me up and hope that you can just

feel me when you want to but you know this can't be
cause I do not exist because you can see me
I consume you you do not consume me
and I become evasive when you long to find me

I am that energy keeping you alive
why resist me when you could thrive
cut me off you won't survive
but if you want me you get Me no compromise

I am not confine-able conformable definable
I cannot be boxed up locked up I'm not mold-able
I am as big as the universe and as small as a seed
and you foolishly thought under arrest you would keep me

Me the one has brought you through pain
the one feels you first when you feel again
the one who gives you joy walking through rain
the flame you feel when you STOP

Listen

you cannot escape me though you may run for miles
and the more you try to erase me the more I smile
and you cannot be rid of your constant companion child
I've been with you your phantom your mystic fortune teller this whole time

I am a melody you were taught as a child
a smile she developed as you grew
I am your eyes when you brought pen to paper
your voice to the autumn air
your fingers to the paint
and your footsteps to the stage
writing their first word
painting their first picture
singing their first song
dancing their first dance
saying their first unintelligible word
speaking God
painting poetry and holding your hand
through the perils of a newborn to a near dead man
you danced through my valley and felt no pain unfettered and alive
not noticing the rain
clouds coming over the horizon because my companion is pain
child growth pain

I am he who society attempts to protect against
I am dangerous I am glorious I am ecstasy I am agony
we together are vulnerability and that to them cannot be
for them their reason is key
but I do not abandon reason
there is just more that I see

I exist as a moth to a flame
as a grain of sand to a pearl
caterpillar into butterfly
seed into a tree
the death of one to bring about another

But where I exist there is hidden joy
euphoria gives way to steady growing two
the world is gone
you are gone
you fling away your heart
for me
to exist
you light your beacon and I follow

I always follow

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Love is a dream
Love is a lifetime,
My heart was dark
She made my light shine,
Love is like a sandwich
It's more then just the means to manage
More then just a bad habit
I fell in love with her
And I was the chick magnet
Love is more then just the sex,
With love at times you forget to ask..
What is next?
What road now will we walk down,
and how many times must I
Turn that frown upside down,
Love is breakfast in a hurry
Love is kissing and kissing
Leaving too late
and never too early
Love is looking out the window and hating the world you see
f*ck humanity
I only need her
She is love
She is the one that gave me eyes to see

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Happy Birthday!

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LOVE...

Life's
One
Vital
Emotion

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The love is the friendship burning on fire

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And....

THIS IS IT

There in the instant before gravity claims you
As you leap in the hope of flight
Called to be impossible
Formless foundless groundless and free
Less than cappuccino fluff
More than you know
When being more than smoke?
This is it

Where the world chafes and presses
As groundling being sucks you in
Sky pillow in your face
Wearing the weight of knowing you know
The cold comfort of hot fires
Less that you seem
That thing you think you lost?
This is it

Here as you think you way to the arms
Of ground, open to meet you
Spoken through lace in whispers
Warm words wafting through disrespectful haze
Lying light's withdrawing sigh
More than you were
While less than you might be?
This is it

A new one Mister Wilson's little boy, just for you. :)

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Oh snap! I forgot my poem! (its a long morning, the children are biting the dogs and the dogs are peeing in diapers.. oh boy)

Take a deep breath
Embrace what you feel.
Because reality doesnt have to be
Something that is real.

Take the sun for that matter
Little to no appreciation?
Take A summer day for that matter
and that "heated" sensation.

It's not the sun you see,
that makes us love.
It's the suns warm embrace
shouting from above.

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Love is your sent I still inhale
deep in my soul always without fail
your tender kiss flies across the seas
marks my lips and weekens my knees
your touch like magic upon my skin
never so deliceous was our sin
your eyes speak to me like none I've ever seen
my love my pleasure
where have you been
waited for you all my life
before your death I was your wife
In the emptiness of my lonely room I still feel you
your presence so strong awakens with the morning dew
I miss you I need you now more than ever
life was never happier than when we were together
take my hand and help me try
let go my love
and say goodbye
written by Suhair for the love of my life

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I know love by love's wake.

That woeful discontent that fills a room when it exits.
That empty space on the pillow that I try in vain to hold.
That desperation I feel in my stomach when we fight,
And the resurgence of breath when we make up.

I've never seen love. But its passing brings me to my knees.

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LOVE

Love is the thing you would be were you good
Good is the thing you would be if you could
Could is the thing that you never quite did
Did is the deed, not the thought in your head
Head is the thing that the guy hopes he gets
Get is the thing that you haven’t got yet
Yet is the hope that you hide in your heart
Heart is the place where the trouble all starts
Start is the thing that you do when you’re shocked
Shock is the state you are in when you’re lost
Lost is the thing that you are when you look
Look is the thing that you do when you’re hooked
Hooked is addicted, which makes you a slave
Slave, as in labour, which slavery craves
Craves, as in craven, push as in shove
So goes the circle, for you are in love

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Rainn, that is a beautiful poem... your wife is very special.

I lost my love 17 years ago; I was 32 years old. I'm no longer whole. Every day since has been empty. True love is a treasure that cannot be replaced. If you have it, never compromise. Cherish every moment. Share your feelings. Have no regrets!

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Love is a dream that is made real because it changes what is. It is an ideal that can never be reached but drags us behind by a rope tied to our heart until finally we are ripped open and laid bare. Only then do we realize we are better off broken.

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going to sleep and we turn our backs to eachother, BUT then my feet find his feet,
he presses his butt against mine, i press my back into his, then we reach for eachothers hand and our puzzle is complete.
after 15 years, there are few exciting moments, but there are moments of pure joy and contentment that are so much more fulfilling than fleeting passions.

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Love is accepting fear and separation --
realizing that the Stuff of Dreams is in you and of you and around you no matter where you are,
and when you give of yourself to this Stuff,
you are not losing anything, just shifting your position,
changing what part you're attached to,
smoothing out a wrinkle in the cloth.

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What is love?

Love, the undefinable,
collection of feelings that
makes men weak and makes
women weep.

Love, a mass of emotions
set in place when you see
his face and feel her warm
embrace.

Love, the capture of your heart
by one word oft' said that
can give you chills and tend
your ills.

Love, a touch of tender care
that you daily wear and are
want to share with all you
know.

Love, a taste of mint and spice
or a savory mix of delight that
you savor at night as you turn
off the light.

Love, more than words can express
on this screen of white with your
heart's delight calling from the
sight of love's passion play.

That is love...

By me, right now

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For me, love is the first time I ever met/saw the people that matter the most in my life.
My husband got out of his car with a 12 string guitar, coming back from camping. He saw me sitting on my front porch crying, and I looked up and said "Is that a 12 string?" and he immediately put everything else down.. and walked over and started playing for me. He never said anything at all until after wards.
THAT was love to me.

Also, the moment my daughter was born and cut from my stomach, they held her over the operating sheet and a little bit of blood ran off of her and landed on my face.
THAT to me.. was love.

It's the simplest and smallest points to such a big idea.

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Forgiveness, appreciation and acceptance...
for and of everything that a person is
and everything that they are not.
To me it is the balm
that has soothed my every hurt
Illuminated the darkest corners of my heart
A lost art...
to make me whole in a way i never knew possible.
Love from those who love me
and love for my self..
i know that is the key
that will set me free!

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Love is:

putting the coffee on
warming up the car
leaving the seat down
offering to do the dishes (hopefully just offering if your lucky)

Its the little things

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When two souls or more intersect an fuse together to become whole

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This is the question Hamlet repeated
but silently for fear of capture
for to love no more
that would really be a bad rub
when love has died
you will know
what it was

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Is love just another lesson to be learned? Or is it like trust, and it must be earned?

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a smile

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