What Is Love? {Insp}

"What Is Love?"

Love is a slow kiss goodnight
It is anticipation.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It is acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.
It is patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends
around the inner souls.
It is exploration.

Love is not having to say, "Let's make love," because you know
what the other person wants.
It is understanding.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you
thought you were committed.
It is consideration.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace
dissolve into giggles.
It is humor.

Love is being told, "Stop and I'll kill you."
It is desire.

Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing
personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front
door to the bedroom.
It is abandonment.

Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It is truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It is joy.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It is ecstasy.

Love is telling a person, if you have to leave, you will let them
sleep, and being told they would rather be awakened.
It is tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were
having asleep on your shoulder.
It is where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover........slowly.
It is sensuousness.

Love is belatedly knowing why you bought a king size bed three
years ago.
It is practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third of a king size bed.
It is closeness.

Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to the right person.
It is trust.

Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual
consent.
It is faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of
the word "sore".
It is a lesson in human frailty.

Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tooth-
paste turned into a pretzel.
It is adaptation.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out, and remembering who
you were with the night before.
It is reflection.

Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm, and wishing
you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It is loneliness.

Love is stories that will never be told.
It is personal.

Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
Received on Sun Jun 27 03:54:02 2004