For centuries many caring people have written countless thoughts on love
If love could be understood so easily why does love remain a mystery today?
In time, love is felt by each of us yet remains an
'unknown,' waiting to be deciphered
Love is complex; love is so personal; defined - love is anything we wish it to be.
Does love gleam through the eyes of a mother as she bandages a child's cut finger?
Is it present in the singing of two love birds as they rub beaks and chatter together?
Perhaps love flows into searching ears of a music student listening to an orchestral Sonata
Never having been totally harnessed, who of us can positively identify a timeless enigma?
A seaman may define love as the exhilaration he feels as a strong wind fills expectant sails
The love of growing exotic flowers, of reading books, riding horses, driving a vintage car -
Love wears many guises; appearing unannounced to millions of people at any given hour
Orchid Lady, you are my love and I have loved you from the very moment our eyes met.
Your golden hair and emerald-green eyes captivated me, then for a moment time stood still
In the darkened room a beam of flashing light brought a sparkle like starlight from your eyes
At that exciting moment a warmness engulfed me and for the first time, I felt the magic of love
Since then we have shared life's uncertainties with an unswerving love that binds our hearts.
Well may authors' of today and those yet to follow, pen their words upon many manuscripts
The love my Orchid Lady shares with me will equal any scribings etched within a book's pages
This mystery called 'love' defies the need to share its secrets; leaving each of us to find our own
In my life, love lives with an openness requiring no alibis' - with you, my happiness is alive and complete.
