Some people say that love is a rose, maybe they’ve hit it right on the nose, but other folks say that it’s like the sun.A long time ago daddy said to me, "I’ll help you clear up the mystery; I’ll give you a simple rule of thumb."If it knocks you off your feet, then it’s love.If it makes your life complete, then it’s love.If it turns you upside down, then it's love.If it makes your world go round, then it's love.The dictionary won’t tell you much if love is the word you’re looking up, I don’t believe that the definition’s right.And the encyclopaedia won’t reveal the crazy way you start to feel kissing on a moonlit summers night.If it knocks you off your feet, then it’s love.If it makes your life complete, then it’s love.If it turns you upside down, then it's love.If it makes your world go round, then it's love.Some say that love is a game, maybe compare it to a flame, or say it's a medicine that heals. But a bank of experts could fight all night and never figure out which one is right; but they'll agree on how it makes you feel.If it knocks you off your feet, then it’s love.If it makes your life complete, then it’s love.If it turns you upside down, then it's love.If it makes your world go round, then it's love.
"If it makes your world go round, then it's love." A bit idyllic, don't you think? In a world of easy-come easy-go the standards for love seem pretty high. Maybe we shouldn't fall in love, instead choosing the fast lane, racing on, striving for higher goals, letting the intense dedication of love fall by the way.
After all, without love there's no chance for heartbreak. But I tend to believe that there's no true chance for happiness either.
I'm sixteen; and yes, I believe in true love. I believe in real love, forever love, and I'm pretty sure that I'm in love. :) He's a couple of years older. Funny, kind. And he loves me. I think I'm in love because when we're together, it's all him. What he thinks. How he feels. What he wants. There's no me it's all us.
I see that in little places in my life; from the fact that I straighten my hair because he likes it to the clothes I wear (ones I know he likes more), and stuff like that. I think that that's a lot of what matters in a relationship.
Natalie Wood gave her heart to James Dean, high school rebel and a beauty queen, standing together in an angry world, one boy fighting for one girl.I want to be loved like that, a promise you can't take back. If you're gonna love me, I want to be loved like that.Daddy never gave Momma a diamond ring, Momma never worried for anything. What he gave her came from the heart, a bond that was never torn apart I want to be loved like that, a promise you can't take back. If you're gonna love me, I want to be loved like that.An old man kneeling all alone plants his flowers in a garden of stone. For seven years now she's been gone and his devotion is still going strong. I want to be loved like that, a promise you can't take back. If you're gonna love me, I want to be loved like that.
Hey, Ruth! First love is wonderful; enjoy it. :)
ReplyDeleteJust a note about the post itself: I can't really read the blue and green parts, even with my reading glasses on. You might want to bump up the point size on those.
So glad you're a part of the chain-gang! I'm with Traci though. I couldn't read those portions either. Glad you're enjoying that special love! Be blessed!
ReplyDeleteGlad I decided to check in today and see if you'd put anything up. Best wishes to you and your beau. Peace and Blessings
ReplyDeleteThanks for your post Ruth. It's those little things that start to get you in the habbit of considering the thoughts of the other person, which will set you up well for marriage in the future.
ReplyDeleteGood on ya!
Great post, Ruth! I am so happy for you and your special love. Blessings to you both!
ReplyDeleteThese old eyes also have difficulty reading your post. So glad you're happy!
ReplyDeleteCongratulanship! That is, congratulations on your relationship. Hope it works out according to God's plan and your greatest wishes.
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:) Wonderful post, Ruth.
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