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643. For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart; it was not my lips you kissed but my soul. ~Judy Garland
I would live in your love
as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,
drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of
the
dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats,
I would follow your soul as it leads.
~Sara Teasdale
*Holly over at House of Heart showed me how to insert music with my blog entries. So enjoy the love song at the bottom of this post.
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle—
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain’d its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. ~John 3:16 ✝
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Happy Valentines Day
Love
642. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The hours that I spend with you I look upon
as a sort of perfumed garden, a dim twilight,
and a fountain singing it to you.
You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
Other men it is said have seen angels,
But I have seen thee and thou art enough.
~George Moore
as a sort of perfumed garden, a dim twilight,
and a fountain singing it to you.
You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
Other men it is said have seen angels,
But I have seen thee and thou art enough.
~George Moore
You ask how much I need you
Must I explain?
I need you, oh, my darling
Like roses need rain.
Must I explain?
I need you, oh, my darling
Like roses need rain.
You ask how long, I’ll love you
.
I’ll tell you true
Until the twelfth of never
I’ll still be loving you.
I’ll tell you true
Until the twelfth of never
I’ll still be loving you.
Hold me close
;
Never let me go.
Hold me close;
Melt my heart like April snow.
Never let me go.
Hold me close;
Melt my heart like April snow.
I’ll love you ’til the blue bells forget to bloom
,
I’ll love you ’til the clover has lost its perfume,
I’ll love you ’til the poets run out of rhyme,
I’ll love you ’til the clover has lost its perfume,
I’ll love you ’til the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never
And that’s a long, long time,
Until the twelfth of never
And that’s a long, long time .
~Excerpts from the song, The Twelfth of Never, recorded
by Johnny Mathis and written
by Jerry Livingston and Paul Francis Webster
And that’s a long, long time,
Until the twelfth of never
And that’s a long, long time .
~Excerpts from the song, The Twelfth of Never, recorded
by Johnny Mathis and written
by Jerry Livingston and Paul Francis Webster
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. ~1 Corinthians 13:6-7 ✝
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A Feast of Love
A Feast of Love
let your eyes feast on my wonders
opening pathways to the sky
and doorways to your heart
never doubt that I AM here
~
swaying with every branch
dancing with every child
soaring with every bird
rejoicing in the beauty of you
~
my beauty reflecting yours
with oceans of love
mountains of hope
and valleys of peace
~
express those inner treasures
life is to celebrate and share
out beyond the ideas of mind *
we’ll meet in a feast of love
~
My muse was inspired by these gorgeous photos of Scotland. The variety is amazing, a feast of love indeed! XD
Image from Architecture and Design.
* Inspired by Rumi’s phrase – “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I’ll meet you there.”
primitive
Reverie
In that space
all by yourself
I try to reach your hand
Left alone to ponder life
Locked away
Isolation
In a small room
With a small doorway
You cry
And your tears hit the ground
One by one
They splash into the pond
Created by the depths of your despair
I call out your name
And try to break the reverie
Of your mind playing tricks
Telling you secrets you thought were yours
But in fact they belonged to someone else
I tell you
You are not alone
I jump
And I shake
I create a nuisance
In my attempt to get you to see me
To recognize me
To pay attention to the words
That I string together
That I paint on a canvas
That I lay down on a page
A page that is white and crisp
Clean
Ready to accept the truth
You are not alone
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641. I’ll love you dear, I’ll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street. ~W. H. Auden
We’re all a little weird.
And life is a little weird.
And when we find someone
whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall
into mutually satisfying weirdness —
and call it love — true love.
~Robert Fulghum
You’re my funny valentine,
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet, you’re my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak are you smart?
But, don’t change a hair for me,
not if you care for me
Stay little valentine, stay,
each day is valentine’s day…
~Excerpts from the song, My Funny Valentine, written by
Bradley, Robert/Nehra, Michael/Nehra,
Andrew/Fowlkes, Jeff/Diaz, Tim
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ~1 Corinthians 13:4-5 ✝
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640. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley
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
crawl out of its hiding place.
~Zora Neale Hurston
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
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
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”
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”
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
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
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
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
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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