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Nah, it is what it is. I have a feeling that all of this is for a reason and when you least expect it you find passion and then love when you're not looking, or it's right in front of you.
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Nah, it is what it is. I have a feeling that all of this is for a reason and when you least expect it you find passion and then love when you're not looking, or it's right in front of you. |
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Those are my feelings about love. |
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Those are my feelings about love. |
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yea its like a horrible addiction
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yea its like a horrible addiction |
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you really want to know what love is,well its..gonna hold my baby , gonna hold her tight gonna get me some afternoon delight...Ron Burgandy
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you really want to know what love is,well its..gonna hold my baby , gonna hold her tight gonna get me some afternoon delight...Ron Burgandy Sky rockets in flight |
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you really want to know what love is,well its..gonna hold my baby , gonna hold her tight gonna get me some afternoon delight...Ron Burgandy |
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2 words...Australian Shepherd |
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you really want to know what love is,well its..gonna hold my baby , gonna hold her tight gonna get me some afternoon delight...Ron Burgandy Sky rockets in flight |
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Except for us, the theme song could be "When I think about you, I touch myself"... and we really just make up a vision!!!
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Except for us, the theme song could be "When I think about you, I touch myself"... and we really just make up a vision!!! |
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Except for us, the theme song could be "When I think about you, I touch myself"... and we really just make up a vision!!! Why am I not surprised??? |
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Detachable Penis
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Except for us, the theme song could be "When I think about you, I touch myself"... and we really just make up a vision!!! |
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*sigh*
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Except for us, the theme song could be "When I think about you, I touch myself"... and we really just make up a vision!!! |
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Bah! WTF is this? 50/50 love and hate, not putting in the effort... blah blah blah! It's quite simple.... Remove the sepia out dated MOVIE of what you think love is, it got bad ratings, and was a flop! And try looking at how others love... the mother for her child... the doctor for her patient... the baker with his bread... the gardener with his plants... the farmer with his dog.... That's LOVE... unselfish, freely given, with absolutely NO EXPECTATION of it being reciprocated... Love is GIVING. and until you earn it, learn it and be it, you won't have a f*ckin clue what I am on about. Matt... your very simple statement said it all... you are looking for a person who will give to you... which means you are TAKING... no expectations... means just that... Love isn't a commodity... there is no marketing strategy that one can use, there is no public shares one can purchase.. Mostimes in life we bungle around completely oblivious to whom may love us... for simply being us... that is LOVE... a given, without a demand for receipt. You asked what the definition of love was to "you"....... Love does not require an active "relationship" What you are looking for is romance, lust, desire, passion, etc. The list goes on........but those things do not make up "love". If it can be explained by any other definition it is not love, imo. I've posted this in a poetry thread, but it fits ur topic, and is the expression of what I think "love" is. It is something that you can have for a perfect stranger AND the one you share your bed with. It is not what makes you want to have sex with someone....... It is not what makes you want to spend the rest of your life with someone...... You can indeed love someone and never desire to talk to them again........anyhoo: True Love Written by: Plainome So close… Yet so far… Elusive to my touch. I want to reach out and take it To pull it to my chest… And never let go. Why can’t I grasp it? Why can’t I take hold? So fragile… Yet so strong. It drives grown men to their knees. Most would give anything To feel it just once… To have a glimpse. Why can’t I grasp it? Why can’t I take hold? What must I do? Where must I go? Who must I meet To make this dream a reality? Finally, it become clear… I can do nothing…. There is no where I can go… There is no one person I can meet. For it must start in me. True Love is something That in order to experience… Must be shared. One can not own it, It goes where it will. No one can grasp it, And lay claim. True love must be a gift… Given without care… Of whether it will come back… Of if it will return. Why can’t I grasp it? Why can’t I take hold? Why can’t I pull it into my chest And never let go? (Because if I did, it wouldn’t be love.) |
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