Poets often describe love as an emotion that we cant control one that overwhelms logic and common sense. Thats what it was like for me. I didnt plan on falling in love with you and I doubt if oyu planned on fallin gin love with me. But once we met it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love despite our differences and once we did something rare and beautiful was created. For me love like that has happened only once and thats why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. Ill never forget a single moment of it.

Its not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.

If my love were an oceanthere would be no more land.If my love were a desertyou would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night only light.And if my love could grow wingsId be soaring in flight.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy understand him well enough to defeat him then in that very moment I also love him. I think its impossible to really understand somebody what they want what they believe and not love them the way they love themselves. And then in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them.

Usually adult males who are unable to make emotional connections with the women they choose to be intimate with are frozen in time unable to allow themselves to love for fear that the loved one will abandon them. If the first woman they passionately loved the mother was not true to her bond of love then how can they trust that their partner will be true to love. Often in their adult relationships these men act out again and again to test their partners love. While the rejected adolescent boy imagines that he can no longer receive his mothers love because he is not worthy as a grown man he may act out in ways that are unworthy and yet demand of the woman in his life that she offer him unconditional love. This testing does not heal the wound of the past it merely reenacts it for ultimately the woman will become weary of being tested and end the relationship thus reenacting the abandonment. This drama confirms for many men that they cannot put their trust in love. They decide that it is better to put their faith in being powerful in being dominant.

O Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo Deny thy father refuse thy name thou art thyself thou not a montegue what is montegue tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title Romeo Doth thy name And for that name which is no part of thee take all thyself.

Moments when lost cant be found again. Theyre just gone.

She wanted something else something different something more. Passion and romance perhaps or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

We are all worthy of one another.