640. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Many authors claim there’s a link between St. Valentine’s Day and the rites of the Ancient Roman Festival. However, there is no evidence that supports that. The day was first associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages when the tradition of courtly love flourished. Then in 18th century England, it evolved into an occasion in which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionary, sending Valentine greeting cards, and sometimes having a little fun.
Love makes your soul
crawl out of its hiding place.
~Zora Neale Hurston
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I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
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I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I’d been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said, “What you need is Love Potion Number Nine”
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She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said, “I’m gonna make it up right here in the sink”
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
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I didn’t know if it was day or night
I started kissin’ everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
~Excerpts from a song written
by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller
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If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. ~1 Corinthians 13:1-3   ✝
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19 thoughts on “640. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley”

  4. « J’aurais beau parler toutes les langues de la terre et du ciel,
    Si je n’ai pas la charité, s’il me manque l’amour,
    je ne suis qu’un cuivre qui résonne,
    une cymbale retentissante »
    J’adore ce passage de de Saint Paul et votre adorable histoire.
    Tendresses, Natalie

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