What is Love

Love is being the change you want to see
   Not changing the one you love

Love is letting the one you love,
   Be the person he wants to be
   Becoming the person he can be

Love is changing, adapting,
   Being the person your lover sees in you

Love is being who you are,
   and know that you are loved, 
   just the way you are

Love is being more than you are,
   and know that anything is possible 
   because you are loved
   just the way you are

Love is loving who you are
   when you are with the one you love
   because you want to be more,
   to be more than just the way you are
   because the one you love,
   loves you just the way you are
   because he sees the you 
           with limitless possibilities
           not the you that is 
           only just the way you are

Love is loving who you are, 
   and flying without wings,
   be the you with limitless possibilities
   in the eyes of the one you love


Love is two people thinking as one
... thinking of each other as part of oneself.

Love is sensing the world as one
... seeing the world as incomplete, 
    unless the other is there, too.

Love is being together as one
... when any distance is too far, 
    even a mile, a foot, an inch.

Love is feeling the whole world is right
... because the missing piece from your life
    is there, right there.

Love is all smiles, and even through the tears
... you know somewhere behind the rain,
    there is a rainbow

... with the person who is sunshine and smiles.

Love, at its best, 
  is the lack of
    hatred, fear, or jealousies

Love, in its purest joy,
  sees only the best
    in everything

Love, when free to be,
  surprises and delights
    with limitless possibilities

Love is the joy of 
  finding the extraordinary
    in everything ordinary

Love is the peace of
  knowing steadfast security
    in a forever changing universe

Love is the fire
  burning in a heart
    reaching out in wonder and trust

Love, at its worst,
  is shackled by
    fears, and doubts, and grief

Love, in its darkest moods,
  sees only the worst
    of what was, what is not, what cannot be

Love, imprisoned and bound,
  destroys, drains, and terrifies
    with fear of rejection
           fear of loss
           fear of betrayal
           fear of failure
           fear of despair

Love is the pain of 
  finding trust betrayed
    seeing openness twisted
      hearing lies believed
        touching coldness, deep freeze

Love is the grief of
  yearning for memories of once brilliant times
    long past in distant visions of hazy dreams

Love is the fire
  burning in a heart
    aching for what was, what cannot be,
      what will never happen again

Love is the power
  that lifts the burning phoenix
    as it rises from its own ending
      from its fallen ashes to a new beginning

Love is the beauty
   that radiates from the Monarch butterfly
      as its wings fill out with life
        emerging from its tightly wound cocoon

Love is the joy
   that bounces from a newborn colt
      as its trembling legs find the strength to stand
         to trot towards a journey of discovery
           with bright shining eyes

Love is the thrill
   that pulsates in the new hatchling hawk
      as its wings gain the feathers it needs to fly
         to soar in the open sky, uncertain,
           but yearning for the freedom just to be

Love is the force of nature that transforms
   those ordinary mortals on the ground 
     living lives of quiet desperation
       as they find meaning and passion and reasons to be
         to live each second un-wasted to experience life
           as immortals transcending everything 

Love is Ennis loving Jack loving Ennis
...in a circle that will never end
...rising with the wind

Love is a devoted horse
that serves only one rider.
It obeys and comes when called.
It is the horse that takes a burden without complains.
It expects nothing, not even a pat, an apple, a carrot.
It carries on, valiantly, 
               wordlessly, 
               without jealousy, 
               without envy.
It expects not even love, returned.

Love is the carefree child,
who has always been free to be,
yet knows the boundaries from where it should not stray,
and within its limitless sky, 
roams free to imagine the possibilities

The horse that you leave tied to the post,
waits patiently for your return, 
to go beyond the horizon, 
to visit new adventures.
Its hoofs beat the rhythm of love's passion, 
carrying your heart to places no one has ever been.

Treasure the horse devoted to you,
Love cared for last a life time.
Love neglected soon disappears,
Wandering off,
  looking for kinder,
              gentler,
              greener pastures.
Run after it. Love it. Love.