Love is his kiss each morning.

Love is a hug that can dissolve any and all outside thoughts. An all enveloping embrace that you never want to leave. :love:

Love is...

Knowing he misses you

Love is precious pain

"Everybody's got a hunger
No matter where they are
Everybody clings to their own fear
Everybody hides some scar

Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain"

Sometimes the pain is too much, but that is the price for its ultimate joy.

Love is....non-perishable.

Love is curling up on his lap and falling asleep.

Love is........heat resistant.

...not something to be taken lightly.

Love is.... sometimes lonely

Love is real
real is love?

Love is fearless
love is free

I have never seen the ‘Love is….’ you posted here Lil. They are adorable.

When I saw this thread I thought of a book that was given to me on my 5th birthday by a neighbor lady.

“Love Is A Special Way of Feeling’ by joan walsh anglund

http://www.logan.com/loganberry/most-anglund.html

(3 of my favorites)

It is the safe way we feel
when we sit on our mother’s
lap with her arms around us
tight and close.

It is the good way we feel
when we talk to someone
and they want to listen
and don’t tell us to go away
and be quiet.

Love comes quietly…
but you know when it is there,
because, suddenly…
you are not alone any more…
and there is no sadness
inside you.

Love is still walking hand in hand in the park after 41-years of marriage.