No Name (Artwork). Darkroomed by Amera Ziganii Rao
Poems of Love.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent Van Gogh
I will love you forever and ever
I will defend you against your enemies
I will support you when you are weak
I will cry with you when you are hurt
I will warn you when I see danger
I will teach you anything I know
I will listen quietly while you teach me
I will pray for you and with you
I will hold you when you need comfort
I will feed you when you are hungry
I will help you live but will not live for you
I will respect your right to your freedom
I will love you forever and ever.
Barbara Loure` Gunn
Accept the things
To which fate binds you and
Love the people with whom fate
Brings you together
But do so with all your heart.
I will defend you against your enemies
I will support you when you are weak
I will cry with you when you are hurt
I will warn you when I see danger
I will teach you anything I know
I will listen quietly while you teach me
I will pray for you and with you
I will hold you when you need comfort
I will feed you when you are hungry
I will help you live but will not live for you
I will respect your right to your freedom
I will love you forever and ever.
Barbara Loure` Gunn
Accept the things
To which fate binds you and
Love the people with whom fate
Brings you together
But do so with all your heart.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand.
Mother Theresa
Love is the seed of all hope.
It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.
Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
Loretta Young
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
The human heart, at whatever age,
opens to the heart that opens in return.
True love is like a ghost; everyone talks of it, few have seen it.
Love is like a Rhino, short-sighted, but always willing to find a way.
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish,
but that they cease to love.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
Life is the flower of which love is the honey.
Love is an ocean of emotions, entirely surrounded by expenses.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
Leo Buscaglia
Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
Pablo Picasso
Love is energy of life.
Love is a state of mind which has nothing to do with the mind.
But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
St. Augustine
What the heart gives away is never gone ... It is kept in the hearts of others.
Robin St. John
Love, you know, seeks to make happy rather than to be happy.
Ralph Connor
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Corinthians
Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.
Germaine De Stael
Love is the history of a woman's life; it is an episode in man's.
Germaine De Stael
Love is an electric blanket with somebody else in control of the switch.
Cathy Carlyle
Love is like a flower: Once you pick it, it slowly dies
Unknown
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
Thomas Fuller
On Love, in Sadness. Jason Mraz
Oh love it’s a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
It’s not falsified to say at I found God so inevitably well,
It still exists pale and fine. I can’t dismiss
And I won’t resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain endure.
The rust and the rain are sins
And I’m in like flynn again
So go on place your order now cause some other time is right around the clock
You can stand in line. it finally begins just around the clock
You can have your pick if your stomach is sick whether you eat or not
And there is just one thing that I never forgot
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain so easy
These are the comforts that be
You see well I’m feeling lucky oh well, maybe that’s just me
You should be proud of me oh hell if you could only see
That we’re gonna grow on up to be, ah yes
We are thick as thieves
Oh love it’s a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
It’s not falsified to say that I found god
Inevitably, well it still exists pale and fine I can’t dismiss
And I won’t resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind and the rust and the rain endure
(the rust and the rain endure. I’m sure.)
I am insofar to know the measure of love isn’t loss
Love will never ever be insofar to know the measure of love isn’t loss
Love will never ever be lost on me.
Love will never ever be lost on me.
Jason Mraz
When I have fears that I may cease to be. John Keats
Oh love it’s a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
It’s not falsified to say at I found God so inevitably well,
It still exists pale and fine. I can’t dismiss
And I won’t resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain endure.
The rust and the rain are sins
And I’m in like flynn again
So go on place your order now cause some other time is right around the clock
You can stand in line. it finally begins just around the clock
You can have your pick if your stomach is sick whether you eat or not
And there is just one thing that I never forgot
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind, rust and in the rain so easy
These are the comforts that be
You see well I’m feeling lucky oh well, maybe that’s just me
You should be proud of me oh hell if you could only see
That we’re gonna grow on up to be, ah yes
We are thick as thieves
Oh love it’s a brittle madness, I sing about it in all my sadness
It’s not falsified to say that I found god
Inevitably, well it still exists pale and fine I can’t dismiss
And I won’t resist and if I die well at least I tried
And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
And pour over everything we say we trust
It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors
Where the rivers unwind and the rust and the rain endure
(the rust and the rain endure. I’m sure.)
I am insofar to know the measure of love isn’t loss
Love will never ever be insofar to know the measure of love isn’t loss
Love will never ever be lost on me.
Love will never ever be lost on me.
Jason Mraz
When I have fears that I may cease to be. John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleamed my teeming brain,
Before high – piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full – ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creatures of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! – then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
John Keats
Before my pen has gleamed my teeming brain,
Before high – piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full – ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creatures of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! – then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci. A Ballad. John Keats
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna – dew,
And sure in language strange she said –
“I love thee true”.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed – Ah! Woe betide! –
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried – ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
John Keats
Other Links
The New. The Sex and the Soul. Amera Ziganii Rao
Beauty (Artwork). Darkroomed by Amera Ziganii Rao
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