Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Always

I vow to you
my heart complete,
my every breath
for you I'll take,
every thought I'll have
will be of you,
I'll love you forever
with a love that's true.
I'll give to you
my days, my nights,
my laughter, my smiles,
my love, my life,
I'll give to you
all my dreams,
I'll give myself
and all that means.

I vow to you
to always care,
to always be
one who shares
everything
for everyday,
for now, for then
and for always.


by: Dan Metz

Friday, September 25, 2009

When we two parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk, chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me...
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well..
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.




by Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

My Beloved
I am my love's and he is mine,
And this is his desire,
That with his beauty I may shine
In radiant attire.
And this will be-when all of me
Is pruned and purged with fire.
Come, my Beloved, let us go
Forth to the waiting field;
And where thy choicest fruit trees grow,
Thy pruning knife now wield
That at thy will and through thy skill
Their richest store may yield.
And spices give a sweet perfume,
And vines show tender shoots,
And all my trees burst forth in bloom,
Fair buds from bitter roots.
There will not I my love deny,
But yield thee pleasant fruits.



(Cant 7:10-13), Hannah Hurnard
'Hinds' Feet on High Places'
A Love Song
Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our love, and rejoice.
Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlight's fingering,
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.

by D.H. Lawrence

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Strange how we suffer inspite of this..
The little river twittering in the twilight,
The wan, wondering look of the pale sky,
This is almost bliss.
And everything shut up and gone to sleep,

All the troubles and anxieties and pains,
Gone under the twilight.
Only the twilight now and the soft sound of "Sh!"
Of the river that will last forever.
And at last I know my love for you is here;

I can see it all, it is whole like the twilight,
It is large, so large, I could not see it before,
Because of the little lights and flickers and interruptions,
Troubles, anxieties, and pains.
You are the call, and I am the answer,

You are the wish, and I the fulfillment,
You are the night, and I the day,
What else - it is perrfect enough.
It is perfectly complete,You and I - What more?
Strange how we suffer in spite of this...



Bei Hennef
by D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)

But Not Forgotten

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)

Monday, September 21, 2009

Longing...

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

by Matthew Arnold (1822 1888)

Heart, we will forget him..

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!

by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Friday, September 18, 2009

End, The

If I could have put you in my heart,
If but I could have wrapped you in myself,
How glad I should have been!
And now the chart
Of memory unrolls again to me
The course of our journey here, before we had to part.
And oh, that you had never, never been
Some of your selves, my love, that some
Of your several faces I had never seen!
And still they come before me, and they go,
And I cry aloud in the moments that intervene.

And oh, my love, as I rock for you to-night,
And have not any longer any hope
To heal the suffering, or make requite
For all your life of asking and despair,
I own that some of me is dead to-night.


End, The by
D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)


"I Shall not Care"


I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace,

as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough;
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

I Shall Not Care
by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Broken Heart

I will never forget the days we once had,
The days when you were everything to me..
My mind used to tell me we'd be together forever,
But now I realize that was all a big dream...
The feelings I have for you will never go,
I wish I could take back that one regretful day....
The day when I willingly let you slide from my arms,
Never did I think of the astonishing pain of regrets,
That I would once have to live through,
The sight of you in someone else's arms,
Makes my heart shatter into a million pieces.....
I sometimes wonder if you still think of me,
Or if to you,
I'm just a face in the crowd?
I wish so very much that one day we can have it all back,
But for now,
I'll sit here silently,
Remembering all the memories we once shared..
Everyday my love grows much stronger,
Hoping that one day you will feel the same,
And put back the pieces of my broken heart...'

Broken Heart
by Crystal Holtz

She died of a broken heart..



She moved to a new town,
felt like she was lost,
she always wore a frown,
till she seen the angel across,
one day she met him,
it was like a sign,
he was so humble just,
endless like time,
together they fell,
in deep love real fast,
vowed to love each other,
that they'd always last,
then it got stronger,
deeper than thought,
she'd love him forever,
felt life was too short,
then something went wrong,
and they spent less time,
the girl started to wonder,
is he even still mine,
till one day he called,
and heres what he said,
"id rather be alone,
then with u instead,
from that day on,
inside more she died,
she couldn't let go,
no matter how hard she tried,
two and a half years have past,
in life she feels she has no part,
twenty-one days later,
she died from a broken heart......


.....heres to all u lovers,
who don't picture your selfs apart,
make sure you cherish every moment,
right from the very start....

by Cassanova

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us ...

Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits ...

No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves ...

Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men ...

My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once ...

Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Ever thine,

Ever mine,

Ever ours.


... The Immortal Beloved Letters,

Ludwig van Beethoven

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Pour toi

je ne sais pas c'est quoi entre nous..
quelquefois je te deteste beaucoup..
mais plusiers de fois..
je voudrais rester avec toi toujours..
tu me donne beaucoup de bonheur..
tu me fais joyeuese...
tu me manque..
pourtant vous êtes allé toutes ces années ..
qu'est ce que je fais sans toi ??
ici..
seule..
sans toi ..

Je t'aime beaucoup.
moi..