An idea of Love!

What is love?

One can love a sister, a brother, a mother, a father, grand's of the two latters, uncles and aunts, cousins and friends, strangers, pets, the sunlight on a warm evening reflecting through a prism held by fishing line stuck by a little suction cup to a dusty window. You can love food from cake to roast beef, even those tiny individual candy bars that are never enough but just give you a taste of chocolate before you pop in the second one. One is able to love the feeling of carpet between toes or tension in a hammocks string when you lay in that 'u' position swinging delightfully with each motion of your body. We can declare love for sounds coming from a stereo, love for that particular sound wave in coordination with other sound waves that make it to the inner ear as that thing we call music. Some of us love to feel a little pain, love feeling that edge of life that lets us know we're alive, nerves tingling with the sensation that something is not quite right, mind ablaze with the knowledge that the power to commit more pain or to stop it is in grasp. One might love a particular spot in the world, a city, a hill, a nook, a field of sunflowers swaying in the breeze. From flying an airplane at sound-breaking speeds or laying near comatose, the only movement the flipping of pages and the flitting of eyes as words are dragged into a brain to organize, recognize, and realize their meaning in correlation to each other. Love is all around us, continually exuding from ourself and others. When what someone doesn't love is near, or when its something they hate we are quick to learn it. The disgust in the face as a lump of food falls out of the mouth that tried something new or something forgotten. The shying away from a certain lump of shadow, or the herding together to keep away from something strange and unknown.

We are all capable of love aren't we? When there are so many experiences yet to happen, an infinte amount or if not infinte, at the very least high enough that no one should ever have to worry about nothing new happening in their life. We can declare instant love upon sight of another person, upon hearing a brand new song, upon seeing a new collection of pixels upon a computer screen.

And so many are interested in making love, loving that lustful feeling, that connection with another person's soul, the grunting, sweaty, eye-squinting experience, or maybe just the arms of the other wrapped around the body to feel that person's heart beating next to that vein in the neck that beats and caused "suddenly his/her heart leapt into their throat", or some such saying.

Love is also the feeling someone has for a job perhaps, for a hobby, for a lobby of a hotel that always smells just so and has plants hanging from the wall giving the illusion you had just stepped out of a dreary gray, salt-encrusted winter into a touch of the exotic. For the grip of a ball, the tension in a muscle, the throw, watching it spin just so to the exact right spot. For rolling a die and dreaming up daring adventures against ancient dragons, or of that risk of gaining or losing it all. For the woosh of air in free fall from 10,000 feet, or the watery embrace of sea exploring. For healing a sick child, for holding a kite string as it plays upon a wind we've no control over. For simply placing one foot in front of the other, for drinking with a group of friends and laughing at things that'll never be thought of again but seem so intelligent at the time.

What can love not be? Maybe that is the closest we will ever be to knowing what love is. Because if love cannot be a certain things...to anyone...then love must simply be everything else.

So I ask you to love, experience this feeling throughout every nerve of your body, every electric-impulse of a brain cell, every beat of your heart.

Because that's what love is to me. Simply everything.

Love...!

 

There is that one person who fills your mind at night, who is there, the last thing that fades from the edges of your consciousness as you drift off into peaceful slumber.  When you wake up, that person’s face rises to the surface of your thoughts like the golden sun rises outside your window.  You lay there piled high with cozy blankets, your eyes closed but your mind awake, and that someone’s name, drifting through your mind, is a cue for an unseen puppet-master, who, with invisible threads, pulls the corners of your mouth into the most content of smiles.  And that smile stays there, making you ever-warmer, far longer than any other waking thought would cause it to stay.  And that, perhaps, (if I’m not very much mistaken) is love.

Love is a fragrant blossom

Love is a fragrant blossom,
                Soothing, beautiful and purely awesome.

        Love is a rushing stream filled with rocks,
                The waters not entirely straight, never quite predictable
        Streams that would become whirlpools, spinning down and down
Only to smooth out and run true, lest the stream were to become barren and empty

           Love is not a choice taken on conscious thought.
               No, love was never to resemble the menu of a restaurant
                    Not to be picked and chosen, but to be found and experienced

             Life's beautiful and only needs a loving soul to see that beauty
                     To look into the sun's rays and see the elegance shining there
                           To look at a luscious forest and sigh with contentment...

Love is a treasure!

Love is a treasure some may say, but not for me. All it has done is caused me pain. Love is a raging fire waiting to be smothered by an icy cold truth, that love only brings pain. Whether by death or departure, love is not eternal. it may seem like a supreme thing, it isn't. But powerful...it is. Love greater defines power. Without power, love dies. But without love, power is greed. And with this greed people cheat. They cheat love. They cheat life. They cheat eternal happiness. But without love people die. They turn into vegetables waiting to be exclusively picked from this life only awaiting and hoping for another one full of love........

Love is....

Love is walking along the beach at night.
Love is being there for someone when they need it.
Love is knowing you are safe.
Love is not caring what other people think.
Love is staying up till all hours talking on the phone.
Love is holding eachother during a storm.
Love is dancing under the stars.
Love is a pinic in the park.
Love is cuddling on a cold night.
Love is getting butterflys everytime you see them.
Love is that quick kiss goodbye.
Love is looking into eachothers eyes.
Love is no wanting to go to sleep because reality is better then a dream
Love is showing your true colors.
Love is not knowing whats going to happen next.
Love is never boastful or consided.
Love is staying true.
Love is not selfish.
Love is kind.
Love is warm.
Love is soft.
Love is patient.
Love is wise.
Love is never jealous.
Love is hopeful.
Love is never rude.
Love is always patient.
Love is respectful.
Love is proud.
Love is deep.
Love is mezmerizing.

Love is only a feeling

Love is only a feeling I’ve been told.
It means the world to me, I hold.
It’s a bubble which floats in Paradise,
It’s a constant high which gives most drugs a surprise

Love is a façade of lust I’ve been told,
Love is the bond of soul-mates, I hold.
It’s a discovery of self in a love-life,
It’s a one way trip to paradise.

Love is madness, I’ve been told.
Sanity is over-rated, I hold.
‘Crazy <--She calls me’ is how I know me now
Winter’s never been warmer like its now

Love is a game of fools they say,
Call me a fool, for now I live to play.
The songs they sing, the music the play,
I never knew it’s meaning, till love came my way.

They say, Love is blind, Love is crazeee,
I say, It opens your eyes to what no one can see,
It’s the rainbow in the sky, it’s dreaming in the day,
It’s the definition of beauty in every way.

Love is a sad story, a tragic ending they say,
I say, lovers are legends, and their stories live till this day.
Everything fades with time they say,
I say, Love is eternity lived in a day.

Love is an illusion; a fantasy they say,
I say, it’s better than reality anyway,
It’s what art worships, it’s what music pray,
If God was a verb, it would be ‘Love’ I say.

Love is only a feeling they say,
I say, It’s a feeling that sweeps most away.
What would you know about feelings I say,
If you ever fall in love, I’d ask you that day.

I am falling with you

i.
there is no need in this, only want.

ii.
i fear for my safety, and you know this.

i don’t know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too.  i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you can’t see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and

only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.

iii.
i have always been an obstinate creature.  my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days clinging to the inside of her womb, unwilling to come out with the rose-tinted, nostalgic wisdom of infants.  maybe it was obduracy.  maybe it was fear.

you are the only one who could undecide me, and you have.  and i am.

iv.
you watch me open the door to you in my dressing gown, warm from the water of recent showers.  are you sick? you ask, taking me in as i let you in, because you know i only ever let myself be nearly-naked when i am too unwell to be bothered with clothes and words, and you do not know that i never let anybody else see me this way. 

i am.  i am sick with love.

v.
i am curled up on my left and my heart is thumping against my ribs, but there is no door to my flesh except when you look at me and everything comes tumbling out.  i tell you about the perfection of a double pump and you fill in the gaps i left so i could hear your voice.  but it is when you lift the corners of your eyes that all my chambers are suddenly empty and the world is perfectly arrhythmic.

it is wonderful.

vi.
there is so much of me that is yours only, and i wish i had the courage to tell you. 

vii.
i asked you how you love and you didn’t know, so you asked me how i love but the only thing i know about that is how to do it with all my heart.

you asked me to tell you how to love, once, and i couldn’t think of anything to say except to submit a request to your heart for a failure of gravity so you would be unafraid of falling.

i am writing this for you because you wanted to know how.  this, beloved, this is how you fall.

Making Love

I start off kissing your neck
You’re getting wet
I can feel you sweat
As I go low
I make sure to explore
Those beautiful bosoms of yours
I keep going lower kissing all the way
I can hear you panting
I’m anticipating your taste
You’re awaiting the sensation
My tongues exploring directions
Hoping to get the reaction
Trying to ignore distraction
Of your pleasurable actions
My tongue wanting just one thing
Feels like I’m on the brink
My hand beat it to the punch
And you’re moaning from the touch
My tongue very soon to follow
Rubbing and licking your flower
Pressing up against your button
Making you moan even louder
You’re biting your lower lip
As I’m letting my tongue dip
Up and down and in and out
This is what it’s all about
Baby you sit on my lap
And I slowly slide on past
Your so wet and very hot
Your lips are hugging my... "ahhh"
You let a moan escape your lips
As you try to touch my hips
You keep on sinking so low
O so deep and o so slow
Till we make contact once more
I feel love from the core
Of my being as your turn
Never felt this good before
You move your hips in small circles
As my hands slowly reach over
And I grab your little waste
You arch your back as we embrace
You turn your head, we start kissing
You start sliding, slow and teasing
I make no effort to hurry
I enjoy hearing you purring
I turn you to help you steer
And I gently squeeze your rear
As I move you up and down
Spanking you making you gasp
Legs shaking like you'll collapse
You’re screaming’ making me quiver
And I can not think of either
Thing or person I love more
Feels so good making love
As you cum over and over
I’m about to blow, go slower...

I get startled by the mower
I smile and try to cling
To the thoughts swirling within
The phone rings
Its you, my lover
And you tell me you’re bent over
And sliding your panties down
Past your lips
And past your thighs
And so my story begins
Different time different position
Depends on my disposition
It’s really nice to depend
And at least we can pretend.

What is love? - by Ibbu

Love is something that isnt Forced
You cant program a person to feel it for you.
It comes at random times.
To Random People.
It May happen at that one Ball Game, Detour, or Famously... an internet Chat.

No one knows why it happens.
No one knows when it will come.
It will just flood inside you.
Its not that random spark you feel for some people.
Its the genuine feeling, that You JUST know is love.

You can fly love like kites

I wish you were
a little bird, tucked
in the palm of my hands.
blue feathers, broken wings,
my fingers curling around
your paper thin bones.
sometimes i'm scared of you
knowing how much
i love you.

i wish you were
a bruise upon my body.
soft and dark as the
filling of a plum, shivering
under my blood vessels
and soaking from under
my skin. i'd ask you to
hold me
if i only could.

i wish you were a kite
in the shape of what
we've always wanted
to be. fly you through
a million colours, a
million shades of rain.
and if you need me
to let you go, promise
you'll do the same.

Is this real?

This feeling, this…desire
To be held close to you,
To have your arms encircling my waist in a never ending embrace.
To feel your warm breath tickle my ear.
I lose my senses as I gaze lovingly into your soft eyes.
You halt my breath with tender kisses.
When I'm with you I have meaning.
When I'm with you I'm protected.
When I'm with you I'm…loved.
This is love…I'm sure of it.

The Best Kind of Love

The best kind of love does not come easy,
It takes time and patience,
It needs to get inside you,
It awakens your soul.

The best kind of love does not fulfill us,
It makes us reach for more,
Makes us try harder each day,
The very essence of life.

The best kind of love does not leave a fire,
It plants a spark in our heart,
So each day we nurture the flame,
Keep each other warm but do not burn.

The best kind of love does not keep us sane,
We go crazy with out each other,
When we are together we bring peace to our minds,
We stimulate each other but do not overload.

The best kind of love brings a smile to your face,
Wipes the tears from our cheeks,
Warms our hearts at night,
Sets our souls into everlasting bliss.

The best kind of love
is the love we have for each other.
I Love you...

Meaning of Life

Love is the meaning of Life.
Love is what we live for.
Love inspires us.
Love drives us.
Love is what made us who we are.
It's the Love of Family.
It's the Love of Friends.
It's the Love of Humanity.

It's the Love of the special someone.
That Love triumphs above everything.

It's when you're together with the one you Love,
and everything else fades away,
even you,
and all that's left of you is your Love,
and the one you Love.

It's when you know you can do no wrong,
Because when you've made a mistake,
you know that she'll be there to support you,
hug you,
and make you feel better when you're down.

It's when you're angry at her,
but you still want to talk to her.
be with her,
and forgive her.

It's when you want to be with her when she's made a mistake,
when you want to be there for her, support her,
hug her.

It's when every single moment you spend with her
is a memory that will last a lifetime.

It's when all you think about,
every day, every hour, every minute, every second,
is how much you Love her.

It's when you go to bed at night,
anticipating that you'll be able to see her the next morning,
and just the sight of her makes your day,

It's when you wake up in the morning,
and even though you don't remember the dreams,
you know you dreamt of her.

It's when you have to go away for a while,
and your heart feels like it's fighting to get out of your chest,
to go back,
back to the one you Love.

It's when you feel like running outside,
and screaming at the top of your voice that you Love her.

It's when you wake up in the middle of the night,
and have that gut instinct that something bad happened.

It's when you're happy that the one you Love is happy.

It's when you've fallen, into the deepest depths of despair,
and Love is the lifeline which pulls you back.

It's when you care more about her, than yourself.

It's when your heart skips a beat when you know she's in danger.

It's when you would sacrifice anything, to be with her.

It's the strength of Love which can turn any nihilist, existentialist, or absurdist,
to see why life is worth living.

It's what can turn a psychopath into a normal human being.

What is Love?
Love is what we live for.
And I live for you.

True Love

How can someone make me feel like this?
The way my heartbeat quickens with every kiss
Remembering the way you always gently stroke my face
And all signs of unhappiness are suddenly erased

Thinking of how we first met
That moment, I'll never forget
When I saw you smile at me
All my emotions ran wild and free
You were the object, my magical key

I hope you don't find it too revealing
If I ever tell you how I'm really feeling
Because I don't think I could ever stand losing you
You mean too much to me, it's true

I had always hoped we'd be together
I hope our love lasts forever...

Love isn't the words

Love isn't the words "I love you,"
Said over and over again,
It isnt demanding and wantful,
It souldnt cause me pain,
Love may be being close,
But not just close in bed,
Its close through understanding,
What is and isn't said,
Love would never abandon me,
When I need it by my side,
Love should always know,
What I'm feeling deep inside,
Love isn't a part of my body,
It lies in my heart and soul,
Love should always be the thing,
Than makes my life feel whole...

What’s so great about this thing called love?

What’s so great about this thing called love?
If you’re asking me,
I wouldn’t know.
I wish I did,
I wish I could tell you.
But I have never experienced it for myself.
So what’s so great about this thing called love?
I just can’t say.

But if I had to answer,
I’d tell you this.
The reason everyone wants love so much,
It completes you more than anything else.
Without love,
You’re only half a person.
But when you find that someone,
You can finally be whole.

Now, I’m not sure if this is true,
It’s just what I have to say.
It’s the reason why everyone wants love,
Because without it,
You can never be whole.

Twisted Love Poem

Nobody loves you
Nobody cares
Nobody listens
Nobody shares

Nobody loses themselves in your eyes
Nobody calls you in the middle of the night
Nobody sees you as beautiful
Nobody asks you if you're alright

Nobody thinks about you every night
Nobody wants to wake up next to you
Nobody tells you all their secrets
Nobody whispers “I love you”

Nobody holds your hand
Nobody gets to kiss you
Nobody writes you love letters
Nobody misses you

...Can I be your Nobody?

When I Love You

When the sun sets
When the moon glows
When the world sleeps
When the people dream
That is when I need you

When the flowers bloom
When the trees whisper
When the rain falls
When the clouds hide
That is when I need you

When the power's out
When the storm rages on
When the winter hits
When the snow hides everything
That is when I need you

When you have me in your arms
When you hold me so close
When you whisper that you love me
When you say you can't live without me
That is when I more than need you,
That is when I love you...

True Love

What is true love?
Is it when two people see one another and just fall in love?
Or is it when two destinys meet and become one?
True love is a wonderful thing.
But there are things you must watch for.
Not every angelic face has a kind heart.
A beautiful face can hide a devilish heart.
But a stone face can conceal a gentle soul.
The face doesn't really matter though.
Its the heart and soul that counts
When a person gives you gifts.
Are they giving you love?
But the poorest person can give the greatest gifts.
Love,
Passion,
And kindest.
I pray.
That one day.
To find true love...

Love is...

Love is… calling you everyday, just to hear your voice.

Love is… dancing on the side of the highway, just to have an excuse to hold you close while I’m stressed.

Love is… kissing you when you have strep, and not ever caring about the consequences.

Love is… planning our wedding together, even though 100 miles separate us.

Love is… never letting my eyes wander from yours, even when we’re naked.

Love is… telling you I love you every chance I get, even if you already know.

Love is… holding a conversation with your parents, even though they secretly think I’m stealing you away.

Love is… Not playing that song every single time you ask, because I don’t want you to get sick of it.

Love is… screaming myself hoarse at one of our friends, just because he made you upset.

Love is… telling you about my past, even though I do my best to forget.

Love is… enjoying your faults as much as your good points.

Love is… being unable to sleep without you in my arms.

Love is… liking the friend that makes you happy sometimes, even if I think she’s a whore.

Love is… not screaming like a sissy when your mom calls me, even though she scares the shit out of me.

Love is… not running away in fear every time I catch your dad sizing me up like he’s ready to beat me silly at the first wrong move.

Love is… crying as I leave town, even though I know I’ll be back.

Love is… knowing how beautiful you are, even when you don’t feel like it.

Love is… going at your pace, and then being slightly molested when you felt ready.

Love is… running across six busy lanes of traffic, to protect you from my own mistake.

Love is… dropping everything I want to do with a smile on my face, for something you want to do.

Love is… my heart melting when you answer the phone, even if you’re half asleep and grumped.

Love is… the best moment of my life being when you cried, and I was able to hold you and tell you everything was alright.

Love is… singing for you because you like it, even though I have a horrible singing voice.

Love is… making jokes about our children, even though the idea terrifies me, in a good way.

Love is… telling you about my father, and promising never to be that man.

Love is… telling you to call me whenever you want, even though I love to sleep.

Love is… smiling like an idiot every time you tell me how much you like me.

Love is… rubbing your nose with mine, just so we’re touching.

Love is… knowing how to behave, and just not wanting to around you.

Love is… making you laugh, and feeling like everything is right with the world when you do.

Love is… feeling like everything is right with the world whenever you speak.

Love is… letting your mom take a shot at me because we have sex, and just smiling about it because I deserve it.

Love is… always wondering if there is someone better for you, but knowing there’s no one better for me.

Love is… planning to ask you to marry me, and then doing it even after the biggest stress on our relationship.

Love is… making jokes at your expense during monster movie night, and then feeling like shit about it for days after.

Love is… hearing how she upset you, and wanting to put her back in that wheelchair, despite my no hitting girls policy.

Love is… not wanting you to meet my family, because I care about how they scare you.

Love is… finally growing the balls to tell you how I felt after over five years.

Love is… writing every fluffy thing I ever have, while thinking of you.

Love is… making a stupid list of ways that I love you, just because I wanted to surprise you.

Love is… “The bastard, I’ll kill him.”

Love is… watching chick flicks, and liking them because they make you happy.

Love is… not caring about the you-know-what, but giving you a reason to never do it again.

Love is… apologizing for being an immature asshole, as often as I can.

Love is… seeing fireworks, the heavens open up, and angels singing hallelujah, all from a kiss.

Love is… offering my kidney for the big one with the three princess cuts.

Love is… writing your name on my binder like a love-addled teenager, everyday, in statistics, in the front of the class.

Love is… touching E.D. inappropriately because it makes you happy.

Love is… getting closer to a man while shotgunning that I ever want to be again.

Love is… “Rama-lama-ding-dong forever baby.”

Love is… not forbidding you from hanging out with the idiot, even though it does make me a little jealous.

Love is… trust.

Love is… riding hone in silence after leaving your house, just so I’m not distracted and can think about you in peace and quiet.

Love is… using you and peace and quiet in the same sentence.

Love is… meaning “same here” every single time I say it, and not just saying it to be agreeable.

Love is… picking an argument because I love to hear you win.

Love is… never letting you win, but losing anyways.

Love is… always ignoring the outside world for a three hour IM conversation about nothing.

Love is… hanging on to your every word as if it were my life, because it is.

Love is… Knowing you’re the one.

Love is… being more than ready to say “I do,” whenever you are...

Love

The closer I get to you, it's like I'm sure of the unevitable
I'm sure that my heart beats more and more like a steady drum
Bold and fast, and yet still so empty deep inside
My eyes are more awake with you
They turn so blue, so in love with you
And a sea side green vividly growing like my envious mind
Because I envy you so much, I'm sure I've said it before
Has it become clear yet that I am a victim of my own murder case?
Because falling in love with you is my own suicide
You don't feel what I feel and now I can't feel heaven anymore
It's like I don't live, I. just. exist.