Love Is
“Daddy...what is love?” His daughter asked with innocent, open eyes.
“Of all the miracles in life.” he said, “love is the most wondrous surprise.”
“Love comes out of nowhere…like a sudden summer rain…each drop of love is different which makes it difficult to explain”
“Sometimes love is like the wind that floats silently through the air…you never actually see it but you know when it is there.”
“Sometimes love is like the moon...it softly enchants our gazes.
Its light is strong and bright and infinite....and it goes though many phases.”
“Sometimes love is like the sun...ablaze and fiery hot…
It is loud and bright and in many ways...everything the moon is not.”
“Sometimes love is like a tree...it’s beauty...heaven-made.
It supplies us with the air we breathe…and the comfort of its shade.”
“Sometimes love is like a flower...whose aroma can fill a room.
and exactly like a flower…love needs to be nurtured…if it ever is to bloom.”
“How do I explain love?” I don’t know that I should even dare.”
But I do know if you look around…you’ll find love…everywhere.”
“And I do know once you feel love,” he hugged her, “every day that love will grow…and it is such a wonderful feeling…you’ll never want to let it go.”
“So I guess if you want to know what love is…it’s in the eyes of a dad as he looks at his daughter…when she’s happy…sad…or mad…and it’s in the eyes of a daughter…sitting on his lap…when she looks up at her dad.”
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