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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

What Does Love Mean?


What Does Love Mean?

When someone loves you, 
the way they say your name is different. 
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.

Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, 
then he wears it everyday.

Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy 
and she takes a sip before giving it to him, 
to make sure the taste is OK.

Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas 
if you stop opening presents and listen.

Love is when Mommy sees Daddy 
smelly and sweaty and still says 
he is handsomer than Robert Redford.

When you love somebody, 
your eyelashes go up and down 
and little stars come out of you.

You really shouldn't say 'I love you' 
unless you mean it. But if you mean it, 
you should say it a lot. 

People forget.


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Original Post: http://tinyurl.com/9hpddue

I know I love you because... (Bonus Poem)

Original Post

I know I love you because

I want to get you soup when you’re sick.
Not only do I want to get it for you,
I want to make it for you
so you can eat something made with love
 instead of with crushed insects and preservatives.

I worry about the stuff only 
people who love you worry about,
like the amount of quality sleep you get a night
and how much you drink when you’re sad
and whether you’re getting enough vitamin B
I worry probably more than your mom does

I think you’re beautiful 
and I don’t mean good-looking,
I mean beautiful. Beautiful like
 there’s something pervasive and magnetic  
about you that comes through
even when you look positively bad.
even when you’re wearing Crocs

and that’s no small accomplishment.

I want to listen, I really do.
I don’t have anywhere to be
and I’m not checking my phone,
 in fact turned it off and buried it
in the cushions the moment you said
you needed me. I’m here for you
and that other thing can wait.

I want you to be happy – no more than that
I want you to express yourself and be fulfilled
and feel like you’re living life for a good reason,
not just passing the time. I want everything
to work out for you the way it should
and I want to be there for it,
occasionally with champagne.

That’s how I know I love you, and I hope you know it too.