Among your many admirers, all who flock and hang on your every word, who laugh and call your name out loud sits one, like a shadow on the wall: a drink his only company all night, and regardless of what you say or do keeps a watch on your every move, Till, when the juke box comes alive Drums beat, bass strums, he turns to the window and recalls the light blotted out by the approaching storm and disturbed by your dancing moving form thinks of the poems he has yet to write.
Forever ours is love
but we are men of shells;
and passing years and days
are silver-sounding bells.
Returning joys are dreams,
and age embraces sleep
where bygone youth and love
are burning bright and deep.
Love is long and death is brief;
for naught is death, but love is time
in selflessness becoming grief,
splendid, sacred and sublime.
Reversible Verse
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“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.”
~ Lao Tzu Love Quotes |
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“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self- in the mirror of some woman’s eyes.”
~ Clare Boothe Luce |
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“Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense. ”
~ Helen Rowland |
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“ The deeper I spin
The hunter will sin …
for your ivory skin …
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls
your name
Under the trees the river laughing
At you and me …
Halluijah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can’t close.”
~ U2 |
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“Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.”
~ Henry David Thoreau |
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“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
~ Buddha |
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“If love . . . means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.”
~ Ann Oakley |
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“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.”
~ Voltaire |
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