#loveinwords

Late-night conversations, shared smiles, quiet affection, and choosing each other every day.

I think of the gentle melody of his voice in the morning, the grace of his touch, and the quiet peace that follows wherever he goes. They say the night is comforting the darkness, the stillness, the hush that settles over the world. Yet tonight, it is not the night I long for.

I long for him.

For the warmth of his embrace, the tenderness of his words, the softness of his kisses. I have always found solace in solitude, in wandering alone beneath moonlit skies. Yet what he gives me is a comfort far deeper than loneliness could ever offer.

Perhaps he is the moonlight.

The silver glow that breaks through storm clouds. The gentle light that turns darkness into something beautiful rather than fearful. He is the quiet radiance that lingers in the shadows, the calm within the midnight hour.

I mean, of course, God is

because He wakes me up each day,

but my cats are sent from God Himself,

from heaven above.

Their beautiful eyes

and soft black fur—

their eyes glitter in the light

and shine in the dark.

The way they listen

and comfort you...

their soft paws touching me,

followed by the gentle purring

that comes with each touch.

It's so beautiful.

God made the whole earth

and even created such amazing

and comforting creatures.

There is no such thing as a perfect person, or a perfect partner, or a perfect child, or a perfect anything. That kind of perfection does not exist in human form. What exists instead is effort, growth, and the willingness to keep trying even after mistakes are made. And most of life is not about never falling short, it is about what you choose to do after you realize you have.

Some things we outgrow, some things we repair, and some things we simply learn from. Becoming a better person is not about being flawless, it is about being honest enough to see where you can improve and brave enough to actually do it. That can be as simple and as difficult as trying to be healthier in your mind, kinder in your words, or more intentional in your actions.

Yes, people hurt each other. Yes, we have all made choices we are not proud of. But there is something deeply human in saying, I did that, and I will do better. Not because you are forced to be perfect, but because you are grateful enough for life itself to keep growing inside of it.

We are here on a planet where every day is a chance to wake up and try again. Not everyone gets that chance, and that alone makes existence something fragile and meaningful. It is okay to not have everything figured out. It is okay to be inconsistent. It is okay to be in progress instead of complete.

  Your love doesn’t rush—it stays.It listens.It knows me in ways words never could. In your presence, I am softer,braver,more myself than I ever was alone. When the world feels heavy,you are my calm.When days feel uncertain,you are my sure thing. I don’t love you for who you wereor who you might become—I love you for who you are,and for choosing methe way I choose youevery single day.

May I have this dance— not just the one beneath the lights, but the quiet one that begins when the music softens and the world forgets to watch.   Let me take your hand the way dawn takes the night— without hurry, without force, only promise.   We will move between heartbeats, step for step, breath for breath, learning each other’s rhythm as if it has always been ours.   If I stumble, stay. If…

💖✨ Love is more than a word. It’s a feeling, a color, a rhythm that flows through the soul. 🎨💫

In The Color of Love by Raymond Quattlebaum, poetry dances through the pages, painting a vivid picture of love in all its beauty and depth. 🌹📖

If you’re a dreamer, a poetry lover, or someone who believes in the magic of love, this book is for you. 💕✨