Love is…Remembering their coffee order,Or surprising themWith chocolateAfter a long dayWhen everyone’s tiredAnd things feel biggerThan they are. Love is…Gentle touchesWhile folding laundry,Holding handsWhile driving to the store,Or lingering gazesWhile cooking dinner-Knowing that these silent momentsAre the ones you’ll remember. Love is…Actively listening when they speak,Learning who they areAnd who they want to be,Using that ...

A gift of a dozen red roses, One for each infidelity, To forget your broken promises And your repulsive behavior toward me. A present to hold you in my thoughts So at your side I’ll stay and cement our lovers’ farce, A thoughtless gesture on Valentine’s Day. Your gift of a dozen red roses. Draws ...

He loves me loudly in the open like no one ever has before. He loves me quietly behind closed doors. I do not have to cry and beg for his affection. He freely gives me his attention. He makes sure my heart is guarded beyond all measure, as if it were a valuable treasure. He ...

At the end of each day, I used to stumble into bed, and stare at my phone screen until my eyes blurred. I tossed and turned in my sleep, as my arms reached out for the comfort of a warm body, only to find the sheets cold and empty. Then I met you. No longer ...

Each year in the village of Wigden, people fall under winter’s spell. Citizens bundle up, stoke fireplaces, write cards, and give gifts. Wigden has its own butcher, baker, and candlestick maker. The candlestick maker, Albrecht, lives in a tiny cottage and makes all kinds of candles from local beeswax. Each night, he lights a candle ...

What a joyful moment it was, That minute our eyes locked in destiny. How blessed were the events that made our paths cross.   Oh, how beautiful is our journey, yet unknown. Through love’s map, we cross life’s borders – Moving, sailing, one faith-filled step at a time. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

          Cricket’s chirping filled the desert’s rolling hills; the silence of the night echoed. A horse in a stable snorted as a woman with raven-black hair fed him hay. A sad smile came across her features while she stroked the soft, brown fur of her beautiful steed. Her blue eyes swam ...

You said with your actions I am not worth saving. You said with your actions You never loved me. You said with your actions You would let me drown in my thoughts. How then am I supposed to trust you? Why would I let you in again To the darkest depths of my soul? What ...

Sometimes I feel her. A gentle nudge on the invisible thread that links us together, pulling me towards her. Sometimes I hear her. The melodic voice that puts me into a slumber luring me closer. But I say “No!” My son’s not grown yet. I haven’t traveled the world yet, and my writing’s not known ...

The place is called Lover’s Leap. I’ve avoided thinking about it until I saw the blue car for the third day in a row. It’s parked across from my apartment—my dad’s apartment. He owns the place; I stay rent-free in exchange for handyman work. I saw it three days ago; the rich Chilean blue caught ...