There’s no way I can describe you, my beautiful, extraordinary friends. For different reasons, unusual seasons, that life may give and take… I bow before you, each and every one, and wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day. ❤️
There is love. Sometimes, it is merely a whisper in the wind, soft and gentle, the words nearly caressing my soul. Some days, it will the face of a child, mashed up against mine to see how close he can love me. Ah, but that is a love of a different color. A truly pure love.
It can come in the darkest part of your life and disappears into the sunlight. Fleeting at best. It can be where you least expect it. True love will linger for eternity, sometimes longer. The real truth, as I see it.
Will you be mine?
Just for the day?
Not all of the time
On this day, everyone is special
Happy Valentine's Day!💖
Some of my loveliest memories surround the blooming of flowers, their soft whispers, out of the gentle stillness, tenderly caresses my heart. Mother Nature does it best. I ❤️ her.
Sometimes that beauty is written on our hearts. I love you. I do. It is a brilliant day today, sunshine all around me, touching down to my very soul. The beauty is there, sometimes you just have to look for it.
I wish you a most wonderful Valentine Day! The gift of time is the greatest one of all. Gifts are wonderful little distractions of lovely, but, it is you I want to spend my time with. One can never make up for the other.
There are hearts everywhere you look, and many where you don't see. Hearts in signs, hearts in nature, wearing your heart on your sleeve. You have your own that lay between your lungs, right in the middle of your chest. Pulling on your heartstrings. Putting your heart into it. Being so excited, I can hear my heart sing. I knew how to spell my name by heart, when I was three. Being the heart of the matter. Home is where the heart is. utting your heart into something. Heart to heart. You are my heart.❤️
Cookies are an essential part of our Valentine's Day. Getting the ingredients, measuring, mixing, and finally putting them in to bake. It is a process we have come to know, and it is comfortable knowing just how to do it.
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barret Browning
