Love is ..........
Love is sheltering from the rain
Together remembering not to complain
Making every little thing worthwhile
Changing sad times with a smile.
Love is learning to accept mistakes
Knowing when to put on the brake
When annoying habits come to light
Especially loud snoring at night.
Love is all about sharing, caring and acceptance
And of course it is all about romance.
Love is about trust. A must to survive
To keep the relationship alive.
Love is learning to forgive, starting again
When an argument sends stuff down the drain.
Holding each other, protecting and laughter
Giggling under the sheets, looking after
Each other when things go wrong.
Love is breaking into your favourite song
In the car when snow melts falling from above
Gently once more falling deeper in love.
Love is love,
And details don't matter.
Love is caring,
It doesn't matter what the circumstances.
A man and a woman,
A black person and a white person,
A Mexican and Italian.
A Christian and a Jew.
A Atheist and Buddhist.
One who's 17 and one who's 22.
All of these are love.
I don't care what you say,
Or what your textbook definition of love is.
Nothing you say can change my mind.
Love is beautiful.
Now shut your mouth,
And stop the hate.
Doldrums bang, doldrums, doldrums
Throughout she sang, throughout, throughout
My heart broke then, my heart, my heart
But then she spoke, but then, but then
Enraptured I flew enraptured, enraptured
Because she knew, because, because
Dispite what she does dispite, dispite
My love she was my love my love
Met for the first time with your baby
The love you have in your heart flows
No not flows, rushes to every nerve
and the bond you have just grows
That is unconditional love.
Met for the first time with your soul mate
The person with whom you moan, laugh, sing and grow old
No not grow old, mature with to the end of your days
To love always, and to have and to hold.
That is unconditional love.
There is a love so special
And so very easy to find
Believe me friends when I tell you
There is only one of
I hope you know about this love
I know and I believe
This love it comes from
He died for you and me
The only way to know this love
Is to ask Him to forgive
Worship Him and Praise His name
And forever you shall
When I was called the Scripture Lady
While doing a little time in prison.
I would write hundreds of scriptures
every other day and stand by the door
With my tortilla bag full and
almost every inmate would take one.
Lori Callahan 1994 ©
The way she smiles at the ground,
Whenever shes embarrassed.
The way that she makes funny faces,
When I take pictures.
The way she laughs at my stupid jokes.
How she says "I love you.",
And means it.
How she trusts me with the most important things in her life.
How she let me kiss away her tears.
How she turned to me,
When she needed someone to be there for her.
How she lets me kiss her cuts,
To make them better.
The way she holds my hand,
And leads me down the hall,
And marches on gaily,
Ignoring the comments people make.
The way she snuggles into me when we dance.
The way shes not afraid to be honest to herself,
And be who,
And what she wants to be,
Not what society wants her to be.
The way she loves me.