How do you answer the lingering question...
How do we fall in love?
To those who may ask,
I ask you this...
How do you call on the moon when the sun is at it's highest peak?
How do you decipher the conversations in the wind as it whispers into the vast open sky?
How do you will the snow to fall upon a desert in the middle of June?
How do you keep the world from revolving too fast as tomorrows warp quickly into yesterdays...
The answer is impossible to contrive,
Such like the miracles of nature,
Beautiful in its existence,
Inconceivable how it came to be,
How the elements of life fuse together,
Then love begins, and it grows...
It's moments that when at the heart of it seem to be suspended in time,
It's words that were understood though have never been spoken,
It's feelings that you can never even begin to describe,
It's small gestures that make your heart beat like a big bass drum...
It's a phenomenon you cannot make sense of at first,
You wonder what happened, why you feel the way you do,
Then it comes together as naturally as the the sun meets the horizon,
And you realize it was all just meant to be...
It's a secret that dwells clandestinely between two hearts,
A sweet melody that will play on through the years,
A soulful journey that will leave lasting footprints in your heart and mind,
A sign from up above...
That leads you right into the arms of the one you love.
More dose of prose
How do we fall in love?
To those who may ask,
I ask you this...
How do you call on the moon when the sun is at it's highest peak?
How do you decipher the conversations in the wind as it whispers into the vast open sky?
How do you will the snow to fall upon a desert in the middle of June?
How do you keep the world from revolving too fast as tomorrows warp quickly into yesterdays...
The answer is impossible to contrive,
Such like the miracles of nature,
Beautiful in its existence,
Inconceivable how it came to be,
How the elements of life fuse together,
Then love begins, and it grows...
It's moments that when at the heart of it seem to be suspended in time,
It's words that were understood though have never been spoken,
It's feelings that you can never even begin to describe,
It's small gestures that make your heart beat like a big bass drum...
It's a phenomenon you cannot make sense of at first,
You wonder what happened, why you feel the way you do,
Then it comes together as naturally as the the sun meets the horizon,
And you realize it was all just meant to be...
It's a secret that dwells clandestinely between two hearts,
A sweet melody that will play on through the years,
A soulful journey that will leave lasting footprints in your heart and mind,
A sign from up above...
That leads you right into the arms of the one you love.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails... And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. "
- 1 Corinthians 13:4-13
