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Definitions for 'LOVE'

verb: have a great affection or liking for
noun: a strong positive emotion of regard and affection
verb: get pleasure from
verb: be enamored or in love with
noun: any object of warm affection or devotion
noun: a beloved person
noun: a deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction
noun: a score of zero in tennis or squash
noun: sexual activities (often including sexual intercourse) between two people
verb: have sexual intercourse with

 
 
 
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  37.     

Forsaking My Love

I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache
That haunts my dreams
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth



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Michael Silver

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  38.     

Circle Of Love

I still wear a chain of
gold
placed there in the long
ago

circle of love remains
complete
a picture of someone
ever so sweet

somehow, I cannot erase
memories of your handsome
face

they keep returning from
time to time
in the scrapbook of my

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Heather Burns

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  39.     

Love Is...

Love is emotional, to those who care. Love is a dream, to those who are willing to dream. Love is wild, you can't tame it. Love is a journey, as long as your willing to climb you will get there. Love is found, as long as your looking. Love is needed, by those who are willing to hold on to it. Love is tireind, because you have to workhard for it. Love is magical, you just have to believe its there. Love is trust, because you have to trust yourself to love. Love is fustrating, because it takes patients to deal with it. Love is a musical, because its the music of your life. Love is feeling alive, because when you find it you feel alive. Love is stars, because when your in love thats what you see. Love is invisable, to those who aren't looking for it. Love is enchanting, because once you have found that love in that one special person; who captures your love and you his then its enchating to be loved. Love is immortal, because it last forever. Love is never giving up, because you work and work at it. Love is home, because you can always follow it home. Love is a chance, because you don't get to many of them. Love is fighting, because you fight for what you want and for that love you have and share. ALL IN ALL WHAT IS LOVE, LOVE IS AL THE ABOVE AND MORE WHEN YOU CHERISH THOSE TIMES; THOSE MOMENTS YOUR LIFE AND YOUR MEMORIES THATS LOVE TO ME...
 
Charmaine Taylor

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  40.     

Devotional Love Doctrine

If my life was focused a lot more on the discipline of love both my parents raised me to have so willingly teachable, I wouldn't feel so tempted to treat my parents with such a blatant disregard for their loveable ways of teaching. Then maybe my parents would be much more able to feel the strength of my love for them each time I share my love with them instead of my parents feeling the stressful pressure of trying new and improved ways of loving me more effectively than they should have to love me in the first place if only I was a lot more willingly humble enough to love them for all the times they loved me when I felt so unlovable. For me to feel this way about my parents speaks volumes for the enormous amount of love they always have ready for me to feel whenever I need it the most in hopes I will love them with the same intensity and determined willingness my parents are always humble enough to love me with regardless of my dishonoring love when I strongly express my objections for the kind of love my parents are trying extremely hard to express to me.

I really wish my parents would find it deep inside their hearts to fully embrace the deep love I have hidden in my heart whenever I feel my love isn't worthy enough to be felt by them like their love is so incredibly worthy for me to feel every day I am thoroughly blessed by their amazing true love! This surely has to be my most sincerely valuable doctrine of love I've been able to write so far, even though my heart knows I should use a lot more words of affectionate love my parents have never heard anyone in their lives express to them before! My parents are fully responsible for the love I have now because of all the sweet innocent love we so easily expressed to each other when I was just an infant of God knowing that was the only way I was supposed to love my parents for the rest of their beautifully crafted lives! Now I just to need to remember that responsibility my parents filled my heart up with for so many wonderful years so I can be much more responsible for the love I can only hope my parents still have for me when I try so hard to doubt or deny their love for me. My motto of love is 'Love my parents- not my attitude.' I hope to remember this motto until I have no more need for my attitude about my parents' love for me, only my need to love my parents more every day I am blessed to have them in my highly fulfilling life! How could my life possibly be any better than having two parents who love me more than they love their own lives? My love needs to respect that feeling they have for me a lot more than I've failed to respect many times in the past. Love is a lot like a flower. When it is in full bloom, everyone feels thoroughly loved by the flower's beauty and fragrance, but when it dies the love vanishes in anticipation, hope, and trust that another beautiful flower will rise up when love causes it to bloom just as beautiful as the last flower did. I hope this expression of love for my parents would be that flower in full bloom not waiting to die, but hoping for a much greater expression of love for me to concentrate on giving my lovingly patient parents who always want to love me for who I am rather than who I am trying to become as a man and their son in the future! Until that day comes for my next expression of love, please know that my parents will always be the inspirational driving force behind every single loving thought that crosses my mind and touches my heart in every way possible for me to imagine or create for them to embrace!
 
Bill Darrah

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