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After hiding from me for so long, love unveiled its face. How do I know this is love? Perhaps it is the gentle rhythmic beating of my heart, the uncontrollable butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach; or even the spark that ignited the first time our eyes met. These unfamiliar feelings mingled and spoke of how he differed from any man who broke my heart in the past.
These feelings are reinforced with a smile; capturing my attention and intensifying the rate of my pulse. The sound of his voice engulfs all others, turning such conversations into trivial whispers. Nothing is more important than experiences that come with his presence.
I feel as though we are only two in a world full of strangers where time is but a faint shadow of more bmeaningful apparitions. These sensations begin to take over, slowly infuse me with interminable daydreams that entrap my mind. They leave me in their wake with smiles and soft memories of his name being uttered as if by a harp true and strong.
In the deepest recesses of my dreams, I never imagined for someone like this man ever entering my life, bringing security and reassurance. No one in this entire world could consider hurting me again because he is standing beside me like a protective barrier. He is my knight in shining armor, the prince of Cinderella, the Romeo of every Juliet. Even a simple memory or thought of him seems to shelter me from harm, and brings surprises into my life which could soon turn into reality.
This powerful, awe-inspiring sensation has finally found me, leaving me breathless and starry eyed, even though I never thought it would. My heart is a locket, and he holds the key. He is everything I could ever want. It took me completely by surprise; I found my reflection there in his eyes. He is not at all what I expected at first glance, but in the blink of an eye he became everything. We have grown so close through the magical moments we share; the first kiss, first moment I knew he was the one for me. Our time together has only made me fall deeper in love, and it’s something that I never want to lose. Our life is filled with joy, understanding, and care; things I have never experienced before. This man’s intoxicating personality has earned my respect and admiration, and no one before has ever shown me their soul in the way he has. How many people can truthfully say they have found their soul mate? I can, and I have!
I admire the way he holds me close as I fall asleep on the couch while we watch a movie. When all I want to do is cry, he comforts me. This feeling that he gives me is like a warm glow tingling across my skin. Perfection is not possible in life nor in relationships, but those flaws make our time together that much more significant. The ups and downs make the ride worthwhile, and our disagreements make the bonds stronger. We have each other, and no moment between us is wasted.
Our affection is elegant, and words cannot express it. His arms around me are my one sanctuary because he shelters me from everyday pain. What we share transcends into each captivating moment. Just to hear his laughter reminds me of the reasons why I fell in love with him in the first place. Compared to his smile, all others seem ordinary. Every emotion, every action; each is the definition of amazement. He is the reason for my rejoicing and the permanent presence of fulfillment in my heart.
I love him more with each passing day and know that my deep feelings for him will only grow stronger as time progresses. Without him I am lost in a world of turmoil. He is my reason for living; I trust him with all that I am, and all I hope to be. He completes me in a way that fills my heart to overflowing with love. I feel so blessed to have found this wonderful man, and to make him my one and only. He is the sunlight that drives away the shadows; he turns my bad days into pure joy, and makes me whole. I will love him through eternity.
There is nothing I do not like about him. He has the most adorable, and enticing green eyes, and his brown curly locks tempt out the playful side in me. When he speaks, my laughter comes alive. His touch makes me weak, and whenever I look into his gaze, I cannot turn away from his compelling eyes. I see the world as it could be, and how it should be through him. Words are more than sounds when he speaks, and his voice plays as my lullaby. His presence is my Eden.
There may be other men out there like my one love. The same kindness he brings to me can be brought to other women, voyaging and searching for a man to mend their hearts from a broken experience. The one thing that holds us all together is hope. Hope will bring faith, and faith will bring destiny. Keep your hopes high to remain that faith deep within. Love is sneaky, it creeps in when you least expect it and wraps around your heart. You will find a man that will treat you well, and that will make your life whole. He will cherish and value you more than he will value his own life. He will risk everything and anything to be with you, and you will do the same. Keep that hope, and nothing will fail to satisfy your every dream to find your one, true, love.
oh my god!! your essay is amazing..its truly one of the most beautiful things i've ever read i nearly started crying you captured the essence of love and wrote it down in a magical way ...wow It's absolutely amazing. I looked hard for anything to critique you on, but I found nothing. This essay is pure and beautiful and would make even the coldest, most bitter person smile and long for a love this true. This is obviously written true to your love, because I don't think anyone who hasn't experienced finding their soulmate would be able to write so passionately and profoundly. I hope to one day find the love you described in this essay.
This is quite a beautiful writing. You have made the description of love so vivid. The overall flow and passion add to the charm of your work... you leave the reader positive that you are a women who knows what love is. I think this is a great and charming piece, and I think you need to do nothing with it. Even though a few cliches are used, this is a rare example of when it is perfect to use them. It brings out the flow very nicley, and illustrates your point beautifuly. I don't think (if you removed the cliches) that the flow would work as nicley. Truly a great work, from a gifted writer.
There is one thing I forgot to mention. I would reconsider the title. Perhaps, "My Dearest Love."
Even though you do affirm a comparable valuation for others, this essay does not speak for ALL of what Love is, as a definition. Spiritual Love, for instance, is not primarily romantic, tho' it can include it.
I don't see any mistakes or missteps within the context of a young romantic personal essay.
It would be interesting if you assayed the same essay subject every five years or so, to see how romanticism is tempered by time and process. These feelings can indeed be preserved, and you are even now mature enough to shift your last paragraph into an affirmation of comparable romantic values for others.
It is what it is, and eloquent as that. As I said, I would recommend you return to the subject at five year intervals and be intrigued by what remains, and what changes.
All the best with your school presentation, and this fresh promising relationship.
An essay on love? Is it?
If I were to say what love is, my description might vary vastly from yours. The reason for that is that every individual is different and love (although an emotion to some) might be an ideal to a poet. But based solely on the thought that it is an emotion; emotions are subjective to individual experience. I would say that love is hard work and sacrifice; a trading game of give and take between two people. It is a happiness that comes, not from having what one wants but rather, from wanting what one has. It is a precarious bird perched on trust; living on seeds of faith. St. Paul said it "believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things". If that is true, it certainly does not account for half the marriages in America ending in divorce. Love is the responsibilty of always putting another's needs before your own. I do not say "desires" but "needs". One must place one's own desires first in a relationship from time to time or one begins to feel cheated and neglected by the significant other and relationships can sour because of one's righteous sense of just humanity. I think this was more of an essay on what it feels like to fall in love rather than an essay on what love is. With that said, it was an impressive and expressive piece and quite well written.
Ah, there are so many words to describe your writing! Excellent, passionate, loving, inspiring, beautiful, amazing, fantastic... absolutely wonderful! You did an excellent job with this essay! :D
This the most beautiful thing I have ever read.Ditto with the girl below.Very passionate..I wanna bite your head off and spit it out cuz this is REALY making me JEALOUS!!!!You have a presious gift.This is beautiful.This is the way I try to write.You should write a book about a girl write about her true love in her diary the way you wrote this.You have an AMAZING!!! GIFT.Your my favorite writer if you write as good as that.SOO MUCH EMOTION! WOW!! Lovely picece of art straight from your heat.
The description you used in this piece is really heavy, but I think that it was meant to be that way. It entirely depends on what the essay topic was, and what you were going for. If you were trying to describe feelings for this man, and what he means to you, then you did a good job. The feelings are evident, and you kept the pace throughout the entire essay. I say it looks good so far.
Lets see what can i say about myself.
My name is Kimberly Hinkle:)
Born on Jan 2nd 1991
My home is in Kentucky*
i don't live in the past. i live in the present & look forward to the future=]
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