Picture Analysis

Love is an interesting concept. Wikipedia describes love as “a variety of different emotional and mental states, typically strongly experienced” (Dictionary.com). Romeo and Juliet, written by Shakespeare, portrays the illogical choices that may be made when in love. Another source explains how love is addicting in the poem “The Raven” written by Edgar Allen Poe. “The Gift of the Magi” depicts people who mistake love for lust. The force of romantic love inflicts harm on many because it persuades lovers to make irrational decisions, it is negatively addictive, and many cannot differentiate love versus lust.

She stands at 5'6’’ tall; she has pretty blonde hair, with the most beautiful green eyes you will ever see! Her smile, her smile still gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. She walks with such grace, and she is not afraid to show or share her love for Christ! She does so much to make sure that I am more than satisfied. She is an amazing mother to our beautiful 4 year old daughter. As you might have figured out, that woman, she is my wife Amanda! I never thought we would be together; 4.5 years later, we have a beautiful love story.

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines the word love as, “a feeling of strong or constant affection for someone.” I personally define love as an unconditional feeling and a feeling of absolute bliss. The five qualities that I believe are the most important in love include dependability, honesty, selflessness, loyalty, and empathy. Most everyone needs someone that will love them unconditionally to help guide them when they are at a low and support them when they are at their high; for me, that person is my best friend and boyfriend, Ean Isaiah Thomsen.

I have dreamed a thousand times if the day I finally have you, to feel your lips against mine, to take in your scent, to be yours. I know at first I won't be able to say much, for you see, I am not very good at communicating with words. I am two different women. The one that lives in normal life and follows to norms of society. Then there is the wild creäture that lives in me. she is my desires, my lust, as she is wild words are not always her form of communication, instead she uses the actions of her body. You beautiful stranger, with your dark eyes, have awoken that creäture. She is yearning for you, and on this day when we finally meet, she will be set free. The moment you walk into the room we make eye contact, you recognize the fire in my eyes. The burning desire to be yours at last. I gesture for you to come closer and before we can say anything I'm kissing you long and hard. I want to memorize your body with my lips, fix in my mind the way your hands feel all over my body as I tremble with desire for you to penetrate me. I beg you to not rush this, make it last, let's savor this moment. I want our bodies to complement each other's moves like a dance. I begin to sway my hips on top of you, set the rhythm, slow and sensual. You order me to look at you in the eye and enjoy every second like it will be our last. You gently push me down and I know exactly what you want. I begin kissing your hard cock, wrapping my lips gently around it and slide it down into my throat. I

The sun’s light rays shined down on the earth outside, growing warmer as it rose above in the sky. Inside Layton’s chambers, where it was dark and cool, he lay working himself to sleep, gorging on the now free pouring life from the girl frail between his arms. He was starving by the time he left Ava, but he didn’t realize until now it wasn’t for blood. He didn’t understand what exactly as he tightened his grip around the flesh, the need constricting his breathing and scorching through his veins through to his heart, his eyes, where it all burned.

It was a warm summer day. I was on my way to visit my best friend in South Florida. I had planned on stopping in my old town of Flowery Branch, Georgia and take my ex-girlfriend Courtney and her family to dinner. I haven’t seen Courtney in almost five years but we have talked everyday. This was a girl whom I had seen myself growing old with and her the same. We dated for 2 years before I moved a couple states away. I had feared one day our love would fade but life made it clear that despite our time apart the love only grew.

In life we often forget how to truly love ourselves. We fill our bodies with things we know are gonna slowly kill us, but we've been taught by those around us thats its a coping mechanism to be sane or to “fit in”. We learn lessons but take the knowledge the completely opposite way that deprives us of feeling happiness and love. We get hurt and build the barriers that stop us from giving our all to someone because past experiences make us think that'll it'll happen again; sometimes it does and sometimes it takes us by surprise and makes us wish we never suffocated ourselves by the thought of something bad happening.

Love. Love is shown in so many ways. Whether it be a loving husband buying a beautiful, diamond ring or a child’s crush bringing the other a tootsie roll, love is always being expressed. What is one way that no matter what your age, or what the mood of your significant other is in, you can look like the most caring person in the world? A magnificent glass vase filled with freshly plucked, blooming flowers. A vase full of fresh flowers can really mean a lot to someone who is sick, is having a hard time, or just needs an exaggerated reminder that they mean the world to you. There is such a deeper meaning to the vase then you could imagine at first glance.

Every one desires to be loved by someone or something. That is one our most valuable keys of commonality in this thing we encounter as a human race called life. We were created from a most selfless love ever recorded in history. God's love, also known as, Agape love. Love is displayed in actions: humbleness, meekness, gentleness longsuffering and self-control. However, most of us relate love to a parent, lover, spouse, or our children. Agape love is the abundant love that we should all strive for. Unconditional love is symbolic in most every relationship, obstacle, and all of our hopes and dreams should naturally be centered around. This kind of love ultimately became everything I wanted.

The light shined through the thin hotel blinds to wake up the newly wedded couple on their romantic honeymoon. The beautiful tropical sky was cloudless with a never ending blue skyline. The turquoise water went on for miles in the horizon. As Mike open the blinds the glistening sun had blinded him. His beautiful wife laying in their king size been with the covers covering her scandalous body. Her blue eyes slowly opened as she gazed at Mike. The glimmer in her eyes made it clear that he was her true love. The night before was fulfilled with a passionate intimacy that would make a dream come true. With Mike staring at the pool filled with little kids he noticed a father and son swimming in the pool. The father was teaching his son how to swim for the first time. The son was about 6 or 7. Struggling to stay afloat the dad was right by his side making sure he wouldn’t drown. Mike just kept thinking about how amazing that was. To have someone of his own.

I stepped out of the cool, air conditioned movie theatre and into the muggy heat of summer. My face ws so red it practically matched the heat outside. I had just had my first kiss at 18. The kiss that girls both dread and dream about at the same time. Waiting to be 18 till having your first kiss seems like a long time, but I always believed I wouldn’t even have anything remotely romantic happen to me in high school, so 18 is fine with me. I had never had a crush on a guy or even entertained the idea the one would like me. I would often hear sermons about how some people are not meant to get married and live a life of solitude. I prayed to God every night that I was not one of those people. No matter how aloof and uninterested I seemed on the outside about romance, on the inside I LOVED it. I would read every romance novel and watch every romantic movie or show I could get my hands on. I lusted after being the female lead; to find my person was my dream.

What would you do for a klondike bar? Sorry, someone you’re in love with. They’re so easy to confuse. Both are something that you look for, and are excited when you find. Both are gone quickly, but are enjoyable while they last, and both are cold at first, but warm with time. Same difference. But only one of these things will ask you to fight your best friend to the death. Some might say that Benedick should have put his brother-in-arms ahead of his potential girlfriend, but as Claudio said, “Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.” Benedick was right to challenge Claudio, He loved Beatrice. he couldn’t have said no to her. Claudio was just someone he met in the war, the friendship wouldn’t have lasted anyway. Plus, marrying Beatrice would have solidified his social standing, while staying friends with Claudio wouldn’t have, Claudio wasn’t anyone important.

It was kind of cold outside, but as long as I stood in the warmth of the sun I didn’t seem to notice. There were birds singing in the trees, and squirrels leaping from branch to branch as they scrambled to collect acorns for the long winter ahead. As the sun sunk behind the vastness of rolling, golden hills, I glanced over at my mom; who seemed to be enjoying herself as she raked up nature’s mess while humming a catchy jingle. “She is so beautiful,” I thought to myself, I love her, and I wanted to be just like her. My 4 year old self idolized her.

It’s a cold October evening, the sun low in the sky, the moon rising the east. I sit on the edge of some railroad tracks, dilapidated wood struts creaking under the weight of rusty metal beams and abandoned train cars. There’s the sound of a languid stream 20 or 30 feet below me, running perpendicular to the tracks. I look to my left, down the tracks and into the distance, remembering the many days and nights spent here with her. We’d look to the sky at night and talk about the stars, or sit in the shadow of the cars on hot summer days. All that remained of those golden memories was the eerie sound of emptiness, a brash juxtaposition against the happy days gone by. She and I were so close, a friendship forged in the fires of adolescence

It was an average April morning, the streets still wet from yesterday 's rain. In fact, it rained all through the night, and the smell of the rain from early morning still lingered in the air. I like the rain. I like the way it falls on your face as if each droplet was a golden drop of happiness falling from heaven. I like the way it lightly drizzles, giving my whole neighborhood a shower. The rain sweeps through all of Manhattan, cleansing everyone both physically and mentally. Rain is like a fresh start, a new page. The best part is, afterwards everyone is happy. Sometimes, if you are lucky there is a rainbow that sweeps across the sky, painting colors of red, orange, yellow, green blue, electric indigo and vibrant violet.