Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 22, 2014

" In Love "

I was seventeen years old when I first heard " I love you Rachel, but I am not in love with you." I had no idea what that meant. I thought love is love, you either love someone or you don't. It was much later in life that I come to understand the variations of love. Caring and compassion are a form of love. We share that love with those around us, both friends and family. But in love is really quite magical.  Physical, emotional, spiritual, when we meet on that same plateau of life we are at the gateway of  being "in love."

When hearts come together
and souls bow one to one,
the experience of happiness
is in the truth of real love.

There is no concealing,
you can see it in the eyes
the magic of " in love"
flows out from inside.

Precious moments,
that forever remain,
like the stars in the heavens,
brightens with a smile a day.

It is skipping on the clouds,
dancing in your dreams,
the power of being in love
is in the joy it brings.


Anonymous said...

You do have a heart.

Margie said...

Beautiful ... just like you ...