I love you

Love is the inability to breath without the one you love who loves you.
 
"Love grows by giving. Tbe love we give away is the only love we get to keep.
The only way to retain love is to give it away."-Elbert Hubbard
 
"Do I love you because you're beautiful,
Or are you beautiful because I love you?"

I'm not sure who said that, I've just always liked the saying.
 
When you do love, love deeply without restraint, as if there will be no tomorrow!
 
Here is a little something to do with LOVE & and its inevitable companion OBSESSION -

Before You Came

Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine no more than a glass of wine.

With you the world took on the spectrum
radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
as they open to me, slate the colour
that falls each time I lose all hope.

With your advent roses burst into flame:
you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
You lacquered the night black.

As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:
one was my tear-drenched shirt,
the other an aching nerve,
the third a mirror that never reflected the same thing.

Now you are here again — stay with me.
This time things will fall into place;
the road can be the road,
the sky nothing but the sky;
the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of wine.
 
May I bump this thread -

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse


Elm
by Sylvia Plath
 
Here is a little something to do with LOVE & and its inevitable companion OBSESSION -

Before You Came

Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine no more than a glass of wine.

With you the world took on the spectrum
radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
as they open to me, slate the colour
that falls each time I lose all hope.

With your advent roses burst into flame:
you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
You lacquered the night black.

As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:
one was my tear-drenched shirt,
the other an aching nerve,
the third a mirror that never reflected the same thing.

Now you are here again — stay with me.
This time things will fall into place;
the road can be the road,
the sky nothing but the sky;
the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of wine.

Very very beautiful...:heart::rose:
 
If love is but a breath, let me take my last one with you.:rose:
 
Thank you BlackCashmere. That is a translation of a piece by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, the original being in Urdu.

Here is one by W.S. Merwin - a few subtle lines about Love & Separation.

'Separation'

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
 
Thank you BlackCashmere. That is a translation of a piece by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, the original being in Urdu.

Here is one by W.S. Merwin - a few subtle lines about Love & Separation.

'Separation'

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Thank you for sharing...this is really so lovely...makes me smile...:rose:
 
If love is but a breath, let me take my last one with you.:rose:

Here is something along similar lines. Last Breaths and Dying .

"I Want to Die While You Love Me" - Georgia Douglas Johnson

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed
Your kisses turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I'm dead.

I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.
 
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