Love Courtship and Marriage

Love is the power that drives the human soul.

It is the weapon with which Omnipotence uses to conquer the savage nature that is within us. It is the power of love that melts the frigid heart of the rebel, and satisfies the yearning heart of the lonely.
Love is the climate in which the human heart finds its true moral atmosphere. When that love is spoiled by the disgrace of lustful impurity, the souls are destined to battle against the moral nature God first implanted in the human heart.

True love is the proof of moral excellence. It is the melody of the soul that makes the heart glad and lifts our spirits to heights of joy.
True love can look backward without shame, and forward with assured hope because it is pure and unashamed. It glorifies the present by the pure light of ones proven past. This kind of love engenders undying trust and total loyalty.
True love frees us from our slavery to ourselves, bondage to the “what’s in it for me” complex. It is unsordid and unspoiled by past acts of pleasure that later brings guilt and shame that must be hidden and unexposed.
Our first expressions of love, which are often our first and most memorable moments in life, can also become the source of our deepest distress when painted by the brush of immoral living.
True love elevates the human life to its highest level, morally and spiritually. It brings out the in us best, it elevates our aspirations and dreams beyond the ordinary, and lifts them to the heavenly.
For a woman love colors her whole life and history, but in a man it may be only a passing moment, that if repeated, may form a pattern that is unbreakable. Thus he becomes a womanizer, one without respect for purity and wholesomeness.
Someone said, “True love triumphs over reason, resists persuasion, scorns every dictate of philosophy, and like a fabled tree may be cut down in the night, but in the morning it will be found to have sprouted again in renewed freshness and beauty.”
Genuine love is rooted in our esteem and respect for each other. One cannot long love someone toward whom they have little or no respect. I have found that if people do not respect me, then, I do not need their love, for it would be disingenuous

Love’s basis is moral respect and personal esteem.

Genuine love is founded on truthfulness, integrity, honesty, and decency in a person’s character. Without these they are but hollow, empty shells, pathetic imitations, painted caricatures of attractiveness, ugly and without the prettiness that wholesomeness brings: for in them are souls; which are sordid vulgar, and cheap.
True love is dependent upon courtesy and respect, which must be the guard of our heart and our conduct. Love must be respected, never abused by careless words or secretive deeds. It must always be open and visible. What is the value of a good woman’s trust, and her affection? Her love purifies the heart and sets aflame the will of a real man to reach to his highest potential.
True love devotedly given and received is the noblest gift one can give. Love is a sacred fire not to be burned before idols nor given to other gods, but is to be kept aflame through a lifetime of total devotion to each other and to God. .

Love is dependent upon etiquette.

There is nothing in life so memorable as the first dawning of love. It will always be the secret longing of the heart to feel again those first stirrings of love: the excitation of the heart strings, carefully hidden from the view of others, but it is there, never far from the mind, and always there in our flights of fantasy and recollection.
How high will our love reach? How many injuries will it sustain and still hold fast? How many obstacles will it overcome? How many sacrifices will it be willing to make, and hurts forgive if it is real? No one knows for sure for the ages past have not been able to assess, nor total the sum of them. The hurt once give to another, may turn out to be the hurt received.

Love purifies the heart.
It makes whole, the broken pieces that are the outfall of silly mistakes; made in the infantile fumbling of the amateur lover in his pretense at love-making.
Ones disappointment in love is a hurt that lingers throughout the lifetime, when it is first given in all the sincerity oneself can give. Thus, it behooves each of us to treat it with dignity and respect. The hurt once given to another, may turn out to be the hurt received.
A woman’s love is stronger than a man’s. Men are fickle by nature when it comes to love. Each secretly imagine himself to be some kind of “Don-Juan”: actually most men are merely boys that got big, when it comes to matters of love. They are to intent upon being macho and irreplaceable to ever lower them selves to the sissy idea that love is important. OH! they may act it out well enough when they are alone with a girl, but to and with the boys, they must put their imagined manhood on display.
A good woman does not give her love only, she gives her heart: that is she gives it until it is so damaged that she dismisses her worth, freezes her heart: then she is has nothing to give but a phony imitation love: a pretense she makes to satisfy the ego of her man, but inwardly she is locked in the memory of love now past, but not forgotten. She may act out a thrill at love making with some new man, but in her mind she is carrying out the act with the love of her past.