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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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  45.     

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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  46.     

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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  47.     

Synergy Of Love

'Were you honed from poetry? '
I asked your saddened smile.
For it seems to tell a longing tale -
One of words in oratory
That speaks in languid metaphors
From lips of mind in deep despair
And solitude from inner wars
That over time has rendered life so frail.

'Were you carved from doleful prose? '
I sought to ask your gaze,
For a pain lies deep within your eyes -
One of barren territory
Where no fair heart could ever drift
And hope to venture back content
With grateful memories in a gift -
A land of your affectional demise.

'Do I hear a mournful hum? '
I wondered of your cry,
For it sings a song of deep lament -
One of quiet soliloquy
Recited on deserted strands
To waves that have no sense of song
And only wish to fight the sands -
A chant that cites emotional descent.

Do you know your face portrays
The colours of your soul?
It tells me at a single glance
Of how you burned your furnace whole
To stay the fire in our romance.

And see the prismic hues they bore!
I cherished all I ever saw:
Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic;
Reddened tones to match your blush;
Marine of passion, spending out your being,
Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing
The dying light in hush of night.
And how you lay there empty.

So let me help re-grow the flowers
Once erect in fiery showers!
For now I've seen what love can do
When torn asunder - oh my catastrophic blunder!

But we must realise -
Our flaming want is meant to be!
We are the ocean and the sea;
The earth and moon; the sturdy tree:
All that makes the 'You and Me.'
And this is why I ache.
I wish to start again with thee,
In close and gripping
Synergy of love.



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Mark R Slaughter

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  48.     

Like Or Unlike

Like the silence of the falling leaves
And unlike the blowing sounds in the wind chords
Is the death clock;

Like an ice-covered building that battles flames,
And unlike a burning edifice turning to ice in freezing
Is the struggle against sin;


Like a choking time in a scarlet fall,
And unlike the breath of life in the rising spring
Is the shock of the fall;


Like thinking of the temporary in the elderly,
And unlike thinking of the eternal in the youth period
Is the ephemeral nature of life;


Like the innocence bleeding in the perversity of love,
And unlike the blood guiltiness in the sinful hatred.
Is the victim of prejudice;





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Marieta Maglas

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