Unconditional Love

when i met you from fling,
i never knew this would turn into a thing,
we want to be together,
we don’t want no other,
we fell in love,
thanks to the man up above,
you mean the world to me,
together is how i want us to be,
never to be apart,
cause you stole my heart,
together we will be,
just you and me,
honest and faithfully,
because our love is uncondtional...

Author : gina

Source : Lovingyou.com

Effective Love Sayings!

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

~Peter Ustinov.


Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart.

~Author Unknown.


Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

~ Michael Leunig.


A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it.

~ Frank A. Clark.

Interesting Love Poems !

My love for you is very rear and mess with I shall not dare. I hope we can grow old and cold together so that whenever we part from this world we can rest in peace knowing we parted together and not alone. But for now I will remember the beautiful sound of your chest tone and you can remember the way I spoke to you on the phone. We will always know that we will not be alone because our love is so strong and bold .

~ Unknown.

" And remember this...never say i love you, if you don't really care...never talk about feelings, if they aren't really there...never touch a life, if you mean to break a heart...never say you're going to, if you don't plan to start...never look me in the eye, when all you do is lie...never say hello, if you really mean good-bye."

~ ashleycornelius@bbnow.net.

Some Important Love Thoughts !

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack. 

 

~Marie Ebner Von Eschenbach, Aphorism.


Love, and a cough, cannot be hid. 

 

~George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum, 1651.


The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of. 

 

~Blaise Pascal, Pensées, 1670.


At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. 

 

~Plato.


True love stories never have endings. 

 

~Richard Bach.

Lovely Poem - Simple Things

Simple Things
- Leon -

I like the way you dance across a room
Heads turn
The movie initiates.

I like the way you smile at me
Eyes roll
The kiss is approaching.

I like the way you write my name
Perfection on paper
The day lasts forever.

I like the way you say: "I love you"
A wind to sail
The adventure begins.

I like the way you talk to strangers
Excited eyes
The conversation.

I like the way you call me yours
To keep and hold
I love you.

Sweet Love Poem !

Love

Love can never grow old,
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer's warmth is in them still.

~ Anonymous.

Meaningful Romantic Sentences !

I've always wanted a world of my own were I can do whatever I want, were I could live alone, till I come to know you, now I wanted to have world shared by two, a paradise shared with you...
- Unknown.

"If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will."
- Unknown.

"I never know what the future brings But I know you are here with me now We'll make it through And I hope you are the one I share my life with."
- Unknown.

"Can't find a reason why God gave you to me. But that's not a question to be asked. May be question is how did God knew that I needed someone like you."
- Unknown.

Magical Love Quotes

Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is eternity.
- Henry Van Dyke.

In her first passion woman loves her lover, In all the others all she loves is love.
- George Gordon Lord Byron.

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
- Henry Miller.

"Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."
- Charles Dickens.

Two hearts, two minds, in time did find one love, one aim two paths the same. Hold fast. . . and love will last....
- Unknown.

Beautiful Love Poem

Ever since you
stepped into my life...
You've filled it with...
Love, Warmth and
lots of precious moments...
Sweetheart...
You are the best thing
that ever happend to me !
I Love You !

Cute Romantic Poem - I Love You

I Love You !

Love is being close to you....
Love is when you say "I love you !"

Love is the smile on your lips...
Something that I never want to miss...

Love is you and me...
Together... Forever...

I Love You !

Romantic Love Poem - Forever Love

It feels so wonderful...
To be in love with you...
To be together through joys & tears...
To Share our dreams
& to Know that...
Our Love is Forever !

Beautiful Romantic Poem on Lips

Golden Lips

The moment came in wonder
when i kissed your golden lips
I felt you hand slip down my back
and caress my legs and hips
We sat there in that moment
you were only inches away
your breathing was very steady
and then our bodies started to sway
I leaned in closer and stroked your golden lips
by using my little finger
only with the very tips
I looked at your glorious face
staring at you in ore
you gave me an beautiful smile
your the only one i adore
my eyes shone in amazement
I truly am in love!
His golden lips whispered in my ear
'you are what I was dreaming of!'

Romantic Love Poem - You Are My Forever Love

You Are My Forever Love
- Uriel Consolo

Your friendship and love,
And all the wonderful things
That they bring into my life,
Are like nothing else
I have ever known.

My heart is complete
With the love we share,
And our love grows more
Beautiful each day.

I love you,
And as long as we are together,
I have everything I need.

You are with me always...
In a smile, a memory, a feeling
Or a moment we share.

You will always be
My Forever Love

Romantic Love Quotes

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
- Aristotle

Love doesn't make the world go 'round.
Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
- Franklin P. Jones

If you don't love too much, you don't love enough.
- Unknown

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
- Plato

True love is like a ghost;
everyone talks of it,
few have seen it.
- La Rochefoucauld

Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
- Pablo Picasso

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
- Jeanne Moreau

True Love Hard to Find...

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his stitches and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

Read it - What Love Is? -

What is that yearning within the heart, that ache that turns love from giving into a futile quest to get? What is that emptiness that you are seeking to fill?

It can be filled, of course, by giving yourself love, by opening yourself to the flow of endless love from the universe. But it can also be filled by allowing the love which fills your heart for others to be a great gift instead of a drama or the solution to a problem.

Love is. And if you are fortunate enough to love someone else, then allow that love to be a gift to you, a gift that fills you, whether or not the love you feel for another is returned in ways you wished it would be.

There is a great difference between the fulfillment of lustful or romantic fantasies and the reality that is love. Love is something quite different, but yet intertwined, and so it can be difficult to differentiate. But the romantic fantasy is focused on the future, not on what is right now, and ultimately leads to disappointment as the object of your fantasy is unable to create the world
you had desired, a world in which you are coveted and admired, a world in which every deep desire of yours for love and attention is fulfilled.

This is not a world of real relationships, once the potent mix of drugs which we call ‘falling in love’ has worn off.

I wish to focus instead on another kind of love, a love which is very similar to that which you feel for a child or a very close friend for whom you wish nothing but the best and with whom you are not involved in a drama of getting. For much of the drama in your life revolving around romantic love relationships is simply that: your frustrated desires to get something that you felt was lacking, something that you felt that this person promised you by way of the relationship.

What if you were to release this? What if you were to allow the other person to be and not to have expectations that they would fulfill a need of yours? What if you were to fulfill your own needs through your connection to spirit and through your actions in this physical world, and allow this other person to be someone who can live a parallel life, giving you both the great comfort of a partnership, yet a great deal of freedom as well, as interests or circumstances send you in other directions for a time?

And even if you love someone who does not appear to return your love, I wish you to look at it in different ways. First, separate out your romantic fantasies and desire to have th is person fulfill a role and a need in your life. Without that, do you truly love? Is this a person that you care to give love to without requiring any in return?

For that is love, that is the love you extend to others from a full-to-overflowing heart.

The drama of your relationships is normally the result of trying to get from someone else what they cannot possibly give, which is to fulfill you, to make you whole. This is your job and not the job of anyone else. And if you seek this from another, if yo u give them a part of yourself and spend the rest of your relationship asking them to give back to you, you have made a poor bargain.

And often it is a bargain that they did not willingly make, to take on the burden of a love with so many conditions.

When you give, give. When you love, love. And realize that a heart full of love is a wondrous thing, especially when it is not tainted with jealousy and grasping neediness. It is a wondrous thing, when you can truly care for another and want only the best for him or her, without requiring anything specific in return. This does not mean that you are suppressing your true feelings, manipulating behind the scenes, or crying your eyes out in private.

All of that is a part of the drama of needine ss and yearning.

Love is. Love fills your heart with gladness when the loved one is in your presence, and yet has the grace to let go after parting. Love such as this is something that you have not been taught, certainly not in the movies and magazines. It is a lofty goal, to learn to love in this way, in a way in which you are giving, but yet also giving to yourself, for you realize that a heart full of love is a great gift to both of you.

Silent and giving, full of golden energy that glows outward fr om a warm and pliable heart, this is love. Embracing in its warmth, but not seeking more than it is, this is love. A spark in the eyes, a heart of gladness, a lilting voice of greeting, these are signs of a love without strings and attachments, a love without jealousy and neediness, a love which seeks to flow, not grasp.

This is a new way to love, and is something which may be difficult to achieve at first. But it is a goal worth pursuing, to learn to care for others in this way. And if the loved one moves on, that is all right. You are in a world full of people you may love. For when you are truly giving love and not seeking to get anything specific in return, when you are glowing with love and not living a romantic fantasy, everyone is glad to receive your love.

Everyone is glad to be in the presence of your warm and glowing caring. And the glow which is returned to you is many times the energy which you pour forth in your flowing, selfless, generous love.

- Sue Divine
With lots of love, light, peace and joy always.

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see

Good Lord Works for True Love

Wallet
by: Author Unknown

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago. It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!" "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.

"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter." She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number.

They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old? Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "

Even though it was already 10pm, I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter.

The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael." She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."

"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know,"she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?" I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times."

"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.

"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on.

I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up. On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"

This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?" I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."

"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet." The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"

"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is." He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.

"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly. The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said,"You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "

"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me." We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?" She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"

She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces. "See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Romantic Poem - Love is Hard to Get & Hard to Hold

Love

- Loy Bowman -

Love is like a lump of gold,
Hard to get, and hard to hold.
Of all the girls I've ever met,
You're the one I can't forget.
I do believe that God above,
Created you for me to love.
He chose you from all the rest,
Because he knew I would love you best.

Romantic Love Story - Footprints in Time

Footprints in Time
by: Lauren Posey, Source Unknown

Two young lovers, Walking on the sand,
Gazing at each other, Talking hand in hand,
The prints they leave behind them,
Marking memories of the past,
The long beach laid before them,
Hoping love will last,
The ocean captures the footprints,
And erases them from the shore,
Taking with it remembrances,
And leaving them with more,

Many years have passed,
Time flies when you're having fun,
And before you know it innocence fades,
And the teen years are done,
Now she's back on the beach,
Except she is alone,
Watching and waiting,
For the love that hadn't grown,
She walks along the ocean,
Two footprints, not four,
Wondering where the laughter went,
Why he didn't love her more,
Then she stops to sit,
And draws his name in the sand,
A celestial stranger comes along,
And reaches out a hand,
Hesitantly she takes it,
And he listens to her cries,
He's been there before,
He's heard many lies,
They decide to walk,
And she follows, not knowing why,

Love will always be reborn again,
Even if it may die,
She is more cautious than before,
And as she looks back at the footprints,
She smiles seeing not two, but four,
This time will be different,
Her heart trying to say,
Something magical happened,
She felt it the first day,
Something clicked when they touched,
A jolt from inside,
She knew he'd be there always,
If she had something to confide,

Now here it is twenty years later,
And his love for her,
Is now even greater,
He looks at her like the first time they met,
And despite all the years gone by,
They can never forget,
Those four special footprints,
That are never washed away,
They'll stay forever on her heart,
Until their dying day.

Read the Beautiful Story - How Great Love is.....

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived: happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So, all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island, paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.

Love asked, "Richness, can I come with you on your boat?"

Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.

Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."

"I can't help you.", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you."

Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry. But, I just need to be alone now."

Then Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you."
But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me."

It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed and that she forgot to ask the elder his name.
When they arrived on the land, the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered.

"But why did Time helped me when no one else would?", Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity answered,
"Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."