No matter what I look like, Whether pretty or plain you see, When I’m all dressed up or in PJs, You just keep on loving me.Sometimes I’m happy and cheerful; Other times grumpy and sad; Your absolute love never wavers, Whether I’m grouchy or glad.Sometimes I try to change you; And sometimes I criticize; But I feel something melting within me, When I see all the love in your eyes.Your tolerance is endless, However I choose to be; Having my love makes you happy, So you just keep on loving me.And that is why, my darling, Whatever else I do, One thing is sure; no matter what, I’ll just keep on loving you.
Let me sing you a love song About what I feel in my heart; Butterflies can’t find nectar Whenever we’re apart.You’re a flower in bloom. In the dark, in the gloom, It’s you who brightens my day. How many ways do I need you? Every day, every way, come what may.
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.”—Ray Bradbury
“LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don’t know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don’t know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don’t know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without.”—unknown
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, hey girl, magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no - I want magenta!”—John Mayer