Love Is the You That You Have Given Me

You need company to embark on it.
It is a thought not centered on self,
A light shining at both ends,
Fondness is success shared with you.

The thrills and joys that you can't enjoy alone,
The tenderness in the smile you give,
The friendship that comes with the touch of your hands.
Love is that look in your eyes,

It is that passion in the dream you share,
It is an irresistible force with fondness that causes;
Tears to roll when you are alone.
Love is the strength to carry on even when it seems impossible...

Love is the wisdom I exhibit when am with you,
It is the gift of trust you give without reservation,
Devotion and patience you exhibit, the self-control you have, the peace we share

Friendliness, calmness and quietness that speaks volumes
Fervor in these looks of yours.

I hear it in your songs, feel it in your embrace,

I taste love in your kiss, smell it in your cologne,
See it in that glow in your eyes.
I read it in your lyrics; understand it in your gestures.

Love is articulated in your moves...
Affectionate is the time spent with you.
It is the burden shared with you...

As well as desire to be held by you, touched by you and smiled at by you.
Love is you in my dreams; it is your imagination in my thoughts,
Your very presence in my world.

Your devotion has this way of getting my hopes up in the sky;
It raises my expectation and causes me to expect the unexpected.

Ardor... the expression on your face when I make a mistake.
Amity is that delightful and pleasant memories I have of you.

That expression that says I love you more than the mistakes.
Love is your pleasant and charming face smiling down at me when I look up to you;

Sweet balm that soothes my worries.

Love is the greatest gift ever given,
.
It is the respect and high esteem you have for me,
Love is in sharing my dreams with you.
It is in you running alongside me in the pursuit of my dream.

Enthusiastic fulfillment I get knowing you are always there for me!
Love is the best of all the gifts you have ever given me.

For one can give without affection but cannot love without giving,

Poem On Love

Poem Analysis And Introduction
This poem speaks of a love relationship in the state of doubt. It is a state that happens when one of the partners is not sure of his or her feelings, while the other partner has successfully manifested strong feelings of love. When one partner is pushing the other to feel the same way or to reach their level of emotional expression, this will then become problematic. Too much expression of love from one side will make the other person feel suffocated, trapped or even guilty for not being able to live up to his or her partner's expectations.

 Sometimes, a short time apart gives them a chance to miss each other. During this time, they might come to realize the depth of their feelings for one another. They might then get back together and better appreciate what they have. It's best to give love another shot, and to always have clear communications and help your partner understand what you are feeling. Communication is truly the key to solving all your relationship problems

The truth is, the more we push someone to love us, the less likely is that person going to actually have feelings for us. The more we force emotions out of someone, the less likely is that someone going to feel for us. Love flows on its own, and emotions are created through the romantic interaction between two people, even if that interaction is merely being rehearsed mentally. Our mental images are strong enough on their own to create the romantic emotions that we visualize in our minds.

Poem on Love - Reunite

I know that it has been a while

But I deserve a fair trial

Judge me not by what you see

Before you know what's inside of me

I've been down on my knees

You keep on trying to get me to Love you

But the more you try, the more we grew

We grew apart, like water and oil

 

Then up again on both my Feet

The ground keeps shaking, underneath

And I barely have the strength to breath

Almost touching, but we're not mixing soil

Just give me a chance to miss your heart

Maybe it helps if we shortly part

But the truth I felt in all my being

I can't deny, all this Love you're giving

I can no longer hide what my Soul is saying

You may not understand why I feel this way

Or why myself, I will never betray

Till we reunite, in peace and forgiving

Three Women

have always held women to be one of God's most charming creatures, and I do not speak from any narrow

mindedness; I've been examining this for a long time. It may sound a little like a cheap throw at women in general, but in spite of anything I can do, they have my side, and they have many sides, how many, only God knows.

How many times I have escaped and obliterated my tracks, and wanted to call this creature an 'it' and not a she, but in fear of God, I left it alone. But this brings to mind the three women I've never talked about, or wrote about in any of my writings, thus, this is their debut. I don't know why I haven't, perhaps on my way someplace east or west, north or south, I've missed them, a kind of blind spot you might say. And I mean no harm in this small brief.

Sharon, 1980 to 1986; Jean, 1986 to 1992; and Kikue, 1996 to 1999.

With all three I wore the fig-leaf suite. Somehow I was obliged to go with them for extended periods of time (combined, 19-years, take or give one or two). Had I allowed it to extend beyond those time periods I just mentioned, it would have introduced what? Death! Which is a pity, on some accounts.

On another note, before I get into the three women, it was my good fortune to find Rosa, in 1999, my present wife. This of course is the happiest period come-women period that is, of course, when I consider the others, admirable as they are or were, and I accept responsibility, some of the responsibility, for making them otherwise at times, and for demolishing the relationships, but frankly, I never derived much pleasure from them mentally, and so I cite them only to prove, there were other women; I was involved with some fairly important relationships. I will try to be as honest and bold as I can, that is for a novelist, saying something and that is saying much.

With all three I liked the plunge, and coolness of their beseeching ways. Sometimes I think God made women only for scenery, like hippos and whale watching. When I broke up with them, I really had no justification, but I chanced the danger of not breaking up. If not more than that, I have not missed anything, yet Sharon was the good part of Adam's rib. Jean, she nearly strangled me with her obsessiveness. And Kikue, at the last moment, was most uncomfortable. It was as if she had taken a viper pill, and here I was seven-thousand miles away in Tokyo, Japan.

Sharon was fire, fine and noble, educated; she couldn't save the sick buzzard, but she tried. And Jean, was often, too often the despondent lioness; I was advised by Denny one day, a friend, when in need, said, "All I've ever seen you two do is fight, and I've known you for two years." In essence, he was telling me, I was too close to the forest to see