emily

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. We had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you made me smile, I would have the whole night sky in the palm of my hand. I love you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. ... See there's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved. Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Within you I lose myself. Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again. You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is Love.