A Summer's DayShall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May;
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare .....
Sonnet #43, From the Portuguese
|Touched in the wind...|
Fluttering - falling - then rising again
Passion to loneliness, happiness when
Hate from love, then back to a friend
Souls that know, and Valentine's send
Hindsight - insight, soul mates move on
Chambers of love empty, lives lived long
Cascades of rain, salty lips wanting kissed
Souls that touched, but two hearts, missed
Soul time - heart time - then no time at all
Daylight to midnight, cold in winter's shawl
Openness and honesty, could this have been
The truth may have killed us, but our souls:
TOUCHED IN THE WIND!
By: Michael Cunningham
|Let me count the ways...|
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love's Philosophy...The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and 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 disdained 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
Stanzas For Music...There be none of Beauty's daughters
With music like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is they sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming.
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of a Summer's ocean.
For every second of every minute...
Every minute of every hour....
Every hour of every day....
Every day of every week...
Every week of every month....
I will be the angel that sits near you bed....
And whispers in your ear that there's nothing to fear....
And as time moves on and the worlds getting to heavy to hold....
I will be the angel that lends you their wings to lighten your load.....
Your Kiss Forever Burns...
A kiss left upon my lips