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. The Good Morrow by John Donne “My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp North, without descending West? Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.” . . ---------------------------------------------------- "The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and ( c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love." - Tom Robbins 
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. "The supreme state of human love is the unity of one soul within two bodies" -- Sri Aurobindo |
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My Tangled Hair My tangled hair I shall not cut, Your hand, my dearest, Touched it as a pillow. Anonymous - Translated from Japanese ------------------------------------------- "This is my beloved and this is my friend." - Song of Solomon . . ------------------------------------------------- We're the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters, triumphs, challenges, impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and LOVE! - Richard Bach excerpt "The Bridge Across Forever" . . ------------------------------------------------- . From Song to Celia by Ben Jonson Drink to me only With thine eyes, And I will pledge With mine; Or leave a kiss but In the cup And I’ll not look For wine. |
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"We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved!" - Anonymous |
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A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
by Edgar Allan Poe A Dream within a Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! Yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep-wile I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? ONE BRIGHT PEARL I seek you in the crowded streets, Amid the turmoil of the day, The secrecy of night, where feet Of millions trample on the ways You went—and where I follow too, With one bright Pearl I bear for you. The precious jewel that I possess, I would that somehow I could show Your eyes; for I must needs confess, My heart begins to overflow When faithless doubt demands I prove The one bright Pearl I bear for you. Or shall I say that in its orb We sink forever, in the midst Of nowhere, that all wealth is stored, And poverty, in the abyss Of all that we have wandered through? This one bright Pearl I bear for you. Forsake me you cannot, no more Than from your breast could I, estranged, Be sundered. Our one ocean roars Its epic of incessant change-- Returns upon itself, yet broods The one bright Pearl I bear for you. The Logos in the Scriptures taught That Man was not to live alone; And so I seek you as I ought: Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. See with these eyes, that you may view The one bright Pearl I bear for you. Lee Evans © 2015 |
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Under the magnetism of friendship the modest man becomes bold, the shy, confident. - William M. Thackerary A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and, indeed, all the sweets of life. - Joseph Addison First Love by John Clare I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away, The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single ting, Words from my eyes did start-They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter’s choice? Is love’s bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love’s appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more. Untitled by Selma Price ©2011 In the meantime and in between time, PLAY oh wondrous Knight of the night. Go rescue those fickle, supercilious, irascible drama queen damsels! And when you are done with playing Come riding oh glorious Knight on your noble white horse, And I will love thee too, When you come; With your soul in your fingertips. Take off your foot and knee caps, Your proudly polished breastplate, Your head of steel and metal scrotum. Take leave from your fine, white horse and enter noble Knight, on bended knees. Tread lightly on my petalled floor STOP! And smell the perfume in the air. Come The bath awaits to soften wounds too long encountered, and ease the pain of memories bitter-sweet in muscles lodged. Be here, be present my Lord, not to loose again what this time you may gain. |
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