If LOVE Were…

If LOVE were a gentle hand petting a misty morning meadow, as she strolled Sunday Morn casually through the valley on her way to the little church in the glen to pray and I the tall grass damp with kisses of the night greeting the day, I would wait ever patiently for her careless caress, and from my blades would fall the dewy, dawn wet, like tears of joy, falling, blessing Mother Earth with my bliss from her touch, if LOVE were a gentle hand petting the meadow on her way to the little church in the glen to pray.

just LOVE…
Kip Baldwin
“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.” ~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a
listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all
of which have the potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo Buscaglia

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!” ~ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet


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