What is love?

[ranchwife]

It took me awhile to realize that TRUE love means really accepting the person you fell in love with with all of his/her "faults".....even years later, they are really still the person you fell for...only a little older, a little wiser!! The truth lies in the fact that they still love YOU for all of YOUR faults, too!!! (you know, the baby weight you still have to lose; the grey hair(s); the inability to grow the garden that mama had; the messy house; the fact that he swears that it is YOU that snores at night-----don't think so )!! However, I simply love how kids view love...simple, honest and true...no frills attached! And yes, my smelly/sweaty/cow manure covered cowboy is still handsomer than Brad Pitt!!

[PureCountry]

One of the best songs I've ever heard that wraps love up, is Eddy Montgomery and T-roy Gentry singing, "She Don't Tell Me To."

Every now and then on my way home,
I stop at a spot where the wildflowers grow,
And I pick a few, but she don't tell me to.

And I go out with my boys alright,
But most of the time I call it a night,
Before they do, but she don't tell me to.

Sunday mornin', I'm in church,
And my butt and my back and my neck-tie hurt,
When I'm in the pew, but she don't tell me to.

Chorus
Any other woman I know woulda tried to control me and it would be over,
Just blame it on this 'goin' my own way' attitude.
But all of that stubbornness melts away when I wake with her head on my shoulder,
And I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through, but she don't tell me to.

Now I've got demons and I've got pride,
But most of the time I apologize,
Like she's mine to lose, but she don't tell me to.

And I've got dreams in this heart of mine,
But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside,
If she asked me to, but she don't tell me to.

Chorus
Any other woman I know woulda tried to control me and it would be over,
Just blame it on this 'goin' my own way' attitude.
But all of that stubbornness melts away when I wake with her head on my shoulder.
And I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through,
What else can I do, What else can I do,
Lord I love her, but she don't tell me to.

Every now and then on my way home,
I stop at a spot where the wildflowers grow,
And I pick a few, yes I do.




My favorite line in that song, is "...most of the time I apologize, like she's mine to lose...". That's love. Not even having to bite your tongue, just feeling it in your gut that those little things are so meaningless in comparison to the love you feel for one another, that you just drop it, then grin and giggle about how silly it is. I used to fight over anything and nothing with just about anyone, man or woman. Now I wake up to a woman who wakes up to me just starin' at her, and I tell her every day how much I love her and how lucky I am to have her.

Sappy, yes. Whipped, sure I am. But if I die tomorrow, my family will never second guess how I felt. I know that feeling, and I learnt from it.

[Mrs.Greg]