Be Mine

Did Mythili do the right thing?

2009-11-05T02:20:00.003+05:30

It was past midnight, Mythili was still awake and very restless. She was greatly worried as the fate of her love would be decided the next day. She was eagerly awaiting for the break of dawn as she and her boy friend Ram had agreed to meet at the park early in the morning to decide on their future. She had been in love with Ram for nearly five years and yet there has been no progress towards a wedding. Ram had promised her that he would give a positive answer this day.

She was nineteen when she started loving Ram who was twenty then.Both of them were studying together with her doing her graduation and he into Engineering. They had initially met at a mutual friends place .Mythili was amazed to see such a handsome tall and fair guy. He was thin built with a charming face that it was a case of love at first sight. Madly in love with him she envied everything that was close to him, she wanted to be everything for him, and she got very possessive about him. Ram was also stunned to see such a beautiful girl with big eyes, sharp nose and rosy lips, he felt he cannot see such elegance anywhere in the world. They both availed every opportunity to be at the mutual friend‘s place spending long hours in each others company. While she was very hesitant to express her feelings to him, Ram took the initiative and proposed to Mythili one fine day.Her joy knew no bounds taking her to cloud nine.She hugged him tightly and gave a peck for giving her a wonderful moment.

They both loved each other a lot , wanted to be together all the time, they never missed to meet each other everyday, nothing could stop them from meeting each other and they used to bunk classes and go to movies, parks, temples spending hours together. Mythili started feeling him as if he was her husband, and she was so much connected to him. But Ram was a very practical person rather than an emotional one and gave no expression to his feelings for her. Five years passed by and both of them still met but there was no word from Ram about the marriage even when she oblquely hinted .She sense a feeling that the intensity of his love was not that strong it was earlier.Ram had completed his Engineering and got a placement through campus interview as a Software Engineer in a big MNC. He was now surrounded by all smart young women in the office, who were professionally qualified and in comparable or better positions.She felt that he was spending more time with them than with her. Mythili in comparison to these professional girls had only normal graduation with a small position in a private firm as a clerk. She had observed the embarrassment that Ram had when he introduced her to his colleagues .She suspected that he wished his fiance to be an Engineer or Doctor though he hadn’t mentioned this t to Mythili. Unlike in the past, he started avoiding her, and skipped meeting her saying that he was too busy in his work. Gradually the daily meetings went to weekly meetings and slipped to monthly meetings.But Mythili had the same feelings and passion for Ram with her love for him not a shade diminished. She was very confident that Ram would be eventually hers only and never doubted his commitment to her. Her friends nevertheless warned her about the change in him but she was in no mood to listen confident as she was in herself.

In the meanwhile she had pressure from her family also to get married, she was unable to convince her parents and she decided to meet Ram to convince him to get married soon. She called him and asked him to meet her the next day at the park around 11am.

Ram and Mythili met at the park the next day when she mentioned the pressure at home and the urgency to get married .Instead of showing concern and seriousness, Ram laughed at her . He and kept quiet for a moment and later explained “Mythili, I want to make one thing clear. You seem to have made a big mistake in assuming our close friendship for love. Do remember we became friends at a very young age when we generally mistake infatuation for love.True I proposed to you some years back. But our mindset was not mature then to decide on such things. I don’t think what I had towards you was love, I would rather say it was just infatuation and warm friendship., Don’t you realise that , If I had really loved you, I should have had a feeling of needing you, which I don’t feel now. I am sorry Mythili that I have to say this but frankly I can live happily without you. Please understand that you are not the ideal partner I am looking for and leave me alone. I feel sorry for you but I feel no guilt or remorse in telling this.We can continue to be friends.”

Mythili was shattered and in total disbelief stared at him incredulously. Her entire edifice of love had crumbled into pieces in what appeared to be a one sided love.She was numbed into silence, her eyes welled with tears and she felt her heart would burst at this treachery and insensitive opportunism .She ran away without uttering one word.

Time is a cure for muddy waters.She gradually diverted her mind away from Ram and immersed herself in acquiring management diploma from a prestigious institution.It was difficult but the memory of Ram receded.She developed other interests to keep herself occupied.She had even agreed to her parents’persuasion to get married after a year.She did not object to their looking for a suitable match through advertiisements and matrimonial bureaus.Six months later she was surprised to receive a call from Ram.

“Mythu, Ram here.Are you surprised? I wish to meet you this evening itslef.I have some good news for you , i am sure you will be very happy to hear this. “Ram,who?If you are that Ram who ditched me few months back,I am just not interested in meeting you.Please do not trouble me.” Mythili replied

“Listen,I was a big fool.I didn’t know what was genuine love.Ignoring your true love I went in search of distant rainbows.If you get near them you will find they were just using you for their merriment.They kept on upgrading their friends for better ones.I have realised that I did a blunder in spurning your love.I promise Mythu I will not do this mistake again.I wish that we get married at the earliest.” Ram pleaded

“Sorry, Love is like a mirror.A broken love can never be set right. You have no place in my heart.I hope you will be sensible enough not to bother me any more.If you persist I may complain” said Mythili.

The Best of Classic Movie Romantic Dialogues.....

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1. My Best Friend's Wedding

"If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud, or the moment just... passes you by."

2. Phenomenon

George: "Hey, would you, uh, love me the rest of my life?"
Lace: "No. I'm gonna love you for the rest of mine."

3. Indecent Proposal

"If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to being with."

4. Notting Hill

Willian: "I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are."
Anna: "I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."

5. The Bridges of Madison County

"I don't want to need you, 'cause I can't have you."

6. Untamed Heart

Caroline: "You love with your mind and soul, not your heart."
Adam: [Touching his chest.] "Then how come I hurt here when you're not with me?"

7. Jerry Maguire

Jerry: "I love you. You... complete me."
Dorothy: "Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at "hello".

8. Runaway Bride

"Look, I guarantee that we'll have tough times. And I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us will want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Because I know in my heart, you're the only one for me."

9. Love Story

"Love means never having to say you're sorry."

10. The English Patient

Katarine: "Promise me you'll come back for me."
Almasy: "I promise, I'll come back for you. I promise, I'll never leave you."

11. Moulin Rouge

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."

12. When Harry Met Sally

"It's not because I'm loney, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

13. Shadowlands

"We can't have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today."

14. As Good As It Gets

Melvin: "You make me want to be a better man."
Carol: "That's maybe the best compliment of my life."

Mary Hopkin Those were the days 1968

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Touching Love Story - A Boy's Love - Part 2

2009-08-02T21:38:00.001+05:30

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."

I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked

again, just in case if you have enough money?"

"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough."

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me."

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."

"You know, my mummy loves white rose."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

Touching Love Story - A Boy's Love - Part 1

2009-08-02T21:28:00.000+05:30

A good reminder: "Take time to appreciate what you have now." --Dont miss reading this one.

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,"It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.

Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really pla ywith such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.

"It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.

"No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this.

"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."

A Silent Love - Sweet Love Story

2009-07-30T10:41:00.001+05:30

From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Touching Love Story (Speeding)

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(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)
Girl: Slow
down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its to scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
(Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.

In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

Short Story of True Love

2009-07-24T10:50:00.000+05:30

Short Story of True Love

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.

Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..

My Love Zodiac...Cancer

2009-07-24T10:37:00.002+05:30

Symbol: Crab

Sign: Water Sign

People born under the Cancer zodiac sign have an entire range of emotions packed inside them. One moment, you will see them as shy and timid and the next moment, they will be the center of attraction in a bunch of friends. They won't feel shy at all and bask in the glow of limelight.

Cancerians are very attached to their home and family and are fiercely protective of them. The emotions of Cancerians are always kept guarded from others and they never ever forget a damage done to them. They are very touchy and even the slightest of the remarks can send them sulking into their protective shell or make them bold and confident.

Cancer Love Traits

They are very emotional. However, very often they mask their true feelings behind a cold persona.
They are truly romantic and their love is very strong.
A Cancerian can never be satisfied with the amount of love showered on him/her and will always crave for more.
They are very giving in a relationship, something that is exploited by opportunists often.
Though they are not very expressive of their love, they make sincere efforts to show their loved one that they care.

Antony and Cleopatra

2009-07-24T10:28:00.000+05:30

One of the most famous love stories by William Shakespeare, the love story of Antony and Cleopatra is a true test of love. Antony and Cleopatra epitomize that love is another name for sacrifice. Read on further to know the famous Anthony & Cleopatra love affair.

One of the most famous women in history, Cleopatra VII was the brilliant and beautiful last Pharaoh of Egypt. She was proficient in nine languages and a skilled mathematician. She is often considered to be a stunning seductress though she was studying to be a nun. She became the mistress of the famous emperor Julius Caesar. After he was slain, she saw his best friend Marc Antony and fell in love almost instantly. Their love affair outraged the Romans who were wary of the growing powers of the Egyptians. Despite all the threats, Anthony and Cleopatra married in 36 BC. While fighting a battle in Actium, Antony got false news of Cleopatra's death. Shattered, he fell on his sword. When Cleopatra learned about Antony 's death, she was shocked and committed suicide by getting herself bitten by a poisonous snake.

A Fine Day

2009-07-24T10:12:00.000+05:30

After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.

For the days have been so dull,
Oh, so special dark and drear,
That you told me, 'Mr. Sun
Has forgotten we live here.'

Dew upon the lily lawn,
Dew upon the garden beds;
Daintly from all the leaves
Pop the little primrose heads.

And the violets in the copse
With their parasols of green
Take a little peek at you;
They're the bluest you have seen.

On the lilac tree a bird
Singing first a little not,
Then a burst of happy song
Bubbles in his lifted throat.

O the sun, the comfy sun!
This the song that you must sing,
'Thank you for the birds, the flowers,
Thank you, sun, for everything.'

- Katherine Mansfield

An old man's dream

2009-07-21T10:15:00.002+05:30

Last night I dreamed of you again and heard you call to me,

And I went back in memory to the way things used to be....

Your eyes were full of caring and tender as your smile,

For we were young again, my love -

for just a little while.

You reached across and touched my face, the way you used to do,

Then in my dream you whispered, 'Ma Cushla, I love you."

And I stood tall, my head held high, unbent from years of toil,

For we were young again, my love -

for just a little while.

When I awoke, alone and old, I left you in my dream,

Where you stay young and beautiful, in a world forever green.

Just dreams of you are all that's left - to ease life's final mile,

To see your face, to feel your touch...

for just a little while.

- Patrick Foley

There Is No Explanation

2009-07-21T10:08:00.002+05:30

There is no explanation of how this could ever be.

Science just can't prove it.....'cause you mean the world to me.

Illogical, improbable - or so they all have said.

Regardless of what they say or do, I love you, girl, instead.

I know what good you bring me... my heart still skips a beat

One glance into your gorgeous eyes is all it takes for me.

You'd never understand it....it's incomprehensible to me.

But I love you with my heart and soul; you mean the world to me?

I know well last forver 'cause our love shall always be.

For a love this strong could never fade or die for anything.

Forver is a long time but not long enough for me.

My love will last forever and ever....and past eternity.

- Vincent Paul Gonzales

The Lonesome Tower

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The tower in the distance

Unmolested for many yeasrs past

Throught the 'war of love'

It's still standing, as it was the last

Its doors were opened, once again

By the new lover from the dawn

Peering throughout the broken tower

A new romance is being drawn

Teasing the walls of the magnificent structure

Carressing the untouched floor

A silent creaking of the squeaky hinges

The keyless door opens once more

Love pours through its insides

Filling all of the glomy places

Streaking through with the grace of lightning

Covering all and leaving no empty spaces

The new lover looks around the beauty of this place

Fascinated by all she has created

The maginicient structure alive once more

All of the love she has reanimated

This magnificient structure is the entire of my heart

The creating made by her is my love beginning to rise

The woman who has revived my love is... you

And the fuel for the fire, was that first look from your eyes.

- Mythology

The Burn of Fire

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Torn hearts,

Broken dreams,

Fading memories.

peirced thoughts,

Dying souls,

Unending tears.

Lost feelings,

Shattered hopes,

A forgotten, withered rose.

The charred remains of a burnt out love

Never to be forgotten

Left to linger in my aching soul, forever

I had no choice but to accept my fate

That you no longer wanted me

I was simply brushed aside, as you moved on

You said you no longer felt the same about me,

And about us

You no longer loved me the way you said you did

My heart was crying for you to change your mind

And tell me your made a mistake

But you never did

I wanted you to think i was strong

So i held in all my feelings

I made it look that way

My friends thought I would be alright

But they couldn't tell either

I was dying inside without you

I am still afraid to look at you

Your face is too familiar

And, in your eyes I seel all of our memories....

- LEESHA BROBERG

2009-07-16T10:27:00.002+05:30

Miss You So Much!

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I KNEW A WOMAN

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I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,

When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;

Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:

The shapes a bright container can contain!

Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,

Or English poets who grew up on Greek

(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,

She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;

She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:

I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;

She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,

Coming behind her for her pretty sake

(But what prodigious mowing did we make)

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:

Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;

She played it quick, she played it light and loose;

My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;

Her several parts could keep a pure repose,

Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose

(She moved in circles, and those circles moved)

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:

I'm martyr to a motion not my own;

What's freedom for? To know eternity.

I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.

But who would count eternity in days?

These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:

(I measure time by how a body sways)

-THEODORE ROETHKET

Love of My Life

2009-07-14T23:29:00.002+05:30

Like the stars in the sky,

I am calling to you.

From the heavens above,

I am looking for you.

In the depths of my soul,

I will live and breathe for you.

Sadness dwells inside you;

You have nothing to fear,

for I am next to you.

I can feel your sadness;

Let me be sad for you,

so you will feel love once again.

Worry not about life,

let me worry for you.

You should always love life,

for it is a part of you.

I'll be there when you fall,

to catch you and say I Love You....

The Things I Love About You!

2009-07-14T23:21:00.002+05:30

I love the way you make me laugh

I love the way you make me cry

Tears of joy stream from my eyes

As I hear your voice, a loving surprise.

I love you when you're angry

I love you when you're sad

I love you when you're glad

When you tell me of the day you had

I love you truly

I love you deeply

Ever since the day

I let you meet me

I missed you when you left

I miss you now more than ever

Making a mistake that I regret

Hoping that you are a forgiver

Without you, my life is strife

But now I ask for a second chance

Be with me and start a life

Together forever, an eternal dance

I wait for you as the days go by

My love is growing inch by inch

I cannot wait to see you again

But I wait for you, and your warm kiss

I love you

Always and Forever

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Basking in the warmth of your smile

And the music of your laugh

I feel your tenderness

And your oh so witty style

I don't know why god blessed me

With such a friend as you

But it makes my pleasure complete

And very happy too

The way you always know me

And exactly what to do

When my loneliness gets me down

And I'm so very blue

The way you see into my soul

And looked behind my eyes

And I don't have to hide my feelings

And put on a disguise

With you I learned to trust

And as I person I have grown

Who could have possibly told me

How could I have known

That you would come in to my life

And my beauty would start to bloom

And like a pretty butterfly

Come out of my cocoon

To share your tender heart

The warmness of your smile

The courage of your wisdom

For these I'd walk for miles

To be thinking of a time

When you'd no longer be there

For me to gaze upon in delight

And al our feelings share

Is not acceptable to me

Because in my life

Is where I want you to be

Always and forever.

Freida Matinez

Until We Met I Didn't Know

2009-07-11T12:35:00.001+05:30

Until we met I didn't know
How light a heart could be;
How, chained to one by bonds of love,
I still could feel so free.

I didn't realize that my dreams
Could ever be so real;
Or when I had all I could want,
Exactly how I'd feel.

This year of love has brought me through
A long-awaited door:
Were angels parked along our skies,
I could not love you more.

Nicholas Gordon

Happy Birthday to My Love

2009-07-11T12:32:00.000+05:30

Happy birthday to my love!
A sea around my heart:
Part shelter, part enduring word,
Part mirror of my art.
You are the calm that drains my rage,
Bliss upon my shores,
Immensity immutable,
Rush that life restores.
To you I wish to be a welcome
Harbor for your ocean,
Destiny and origin,
Aim of your affection,
Yearning of your motion.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!

2009-07-11T11:16:00.004+05:30

Happy Birthyday Love.

Wishing all the success, health, wealth and prosperity in life.

Wishing celebrate many more Birthdays with joy and

happiness, and I pray god that all dreams should come true to her life...

EkDevotee...

Love

2009-07-08T10:42:00.002+05:30

I asked of time to tell me where was Love.

He pointed to her footsteps on the snow,

where first the angel lighted from above,

And bid me note the way and onward go.

Through populous streets of cities spreading wide,

By lonely cottage rising on the moor,

Whre bursts from sundered cliff the struggling tide,

To where it hails the sea with answering roar,

She led me on; o'er mountain's frozen head,

Where mile on mile still stretches on the plain,

Then homeward whither first my feet she led

I traced her path along the snow again.

But there the sun had melted from the earth

The prints where first she trod, a child of mortal birth.

SYMPTOMS OF LOVE

2009-07-08T10:33:00.001+05:30

Love is a universal migraine,

A bright stain on the vision

Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love

Are leanness, jealousy,

Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -

Listening for a knock,

Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers

In a darkened room,

For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!

Can you endure such grief

At any hand but hers?

Robert Graves

SHE WALKED UNAWARE

2009-07-08T10:22:00.002+05:30

Oh, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty

That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough,

As she passed by intent on her womanly duties

And she passed without leisure to be wayward or proud;

Or if she had pride then it was not in her thinking

But thoughtless in her body like a flower of good breeding.

The first time I saw her spreading coloured linen

Beyond the green willow she gave me gentle greeting

With no more intention than the leaning willow tree.

Though she smiled without intention yet from that day forward

Her beauty filled like water the four corners of my being,

And she rested in my heart like a hare in the form

That is shaped to herself. And I that would be singing

Or whistling at all times went silently then,

Till I drew her aside among straight stems of beeches

When the blackbird was sleeping and she promised that never

A red moon of August would rise on our wedding.

October is spreading bright flame along stripped willows,

Low fires of the dogwood burn down to grey water, -

God pity me now and all desolate sinners

Demented with beauty! I have blackened my thought

In drouths of bad longing, and all brightness goes shrouded

Since he came with his rapture of wild words that mirrored

Her beauty and made her ungentle and proud.

Tonight she will spread her brown hair on his pillow,

But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl.

Patrick MacDonough

Fractures

2009-07-08T10:11:00.002+05:30

Tracing fingertips on the hot soft textures

of your skin. Liquid sin held together softly

by membranes of tissue, an osmotic tap slowly

pulls the essence. Your passion, in collodial

suspension of lipids and saline. A colloquial

expression, an impression of summoned presence

made manifest in this act. A factor which presents

itself in a single touch. A wounded soul's fractures.

Calm

2009-07-08T10:09:00.001+05:30

In my most placid moments

I look inside my sould and see

you there. living and giving me

life in all its currency spent

in gambles and offerings

made to the gods of chance.

a sweet and simple dance

with all the hope it brings.

Boneysuckle

2009-07-08T10:07:00.002+05:30

perfume on wind of change.

sudden and unexpected

like honeysuckle suddenly

made apparent. projected

fragrance on an holy wind.

I do not pick the blossoms,

but let the fragrance live

on the wind and wait for them

to drop into my hand to give

themselves in their own time.

The Day is Long

2009-07-08T10:04:00.002+05:30

the day is long without your voice

to soothe my mind and let me know

that your love is not some illusion

I summoned to make my life of worht.

to love you is my best and sweetest choice,

despite all the obstacles over which I must go

to dispel the pain and the nervewrack confusion

that signals life and love and rebirth.

Sonnet: the journey

2009-07-08T10:00:00.001+05:30

I have stood at the edge of eternity and watched the gravel

beneath my toes fall away into the endless void. down

into the abyss. for so long did I wander free and travel,

deemed mad by all who saw the decade's dance turn brown

the greenery of my youth. alone and arrogant, I traced

the line of shining path of cunning calculations culled

from my perception of life and love and god. and faced

with mortality, I laughed a hearty rorar. and when called

by fate to answer for my sins, I took my cross with grace

and peace, knowing that truth was a better companion

than anyone I'd ever known. until now. I turn my face

from the lonely wind and hold out my hand to ask you join

this lonely quest. alone no more, for I have found worth

in one who shares so much and I would share my time on Earth.

A Red, Red Rose

2009-07-06T10:14:00.001+05:30

O my luve's like a red, red rose.

That's newly sprung in June;

O my luve's like a melodie

Thats sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And i will love thee still, my Dear,

Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gand dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will luve thee still, my Dear,

While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

ABBY

2009-07-06T10:00:00.001+05:30

Every time we embrace,

I go to that far away place

When we just walk hand in hand.

I’m in never, never land.

Whenever I look into your eyes,

I begin to get butterflies,

Then my heart skips a beat,

And our lips passionately meet.

You are always on my mind,

Your face is all it can find.

I think about you every day

And know it’ll work out somehow, some way.

Some say we’re dumb and foolish

Some say we should do as we wish

But all my heart could ever do

Is tell you that I’ll always LOVE YOU.

Clinton Followell

Influences

2009-07-06T00:14:00.001+05:30

Small hands, big heart, sweet smile, your apart

in my life is undefined, but monumental.

you have refined and redefined my dreams, central

to the parths I will choose. win or lose, my heart

is yours. feed upon it if the need is great, share

with it if the feeing is upon you, but never doubt

my sincerity and commitment, my sould pours out

in pools of holy water to wash away your cares.

Security

2009-07-06T00:12:00.001+05:30

Anchor me with your love, that I may stand against the winds

that blow us apart, heartfast and brave, I would adore you

near and afar until the ice forms on my barren bones.

remember me in your prayers, to whatever gods such angels

as you worship, for I need your strength tonight.

Patience

2009-07-05T23:26:00.001+05:30

I have stood in the fire, awaiting your salvation,

counting on your faith and your love and your grace

for so long, the flesh will be cosumed. but I,

I will linger, for I know you will return. no one

loves you as much as I do. no one shall ever place

as much trust in you as I do and will. no lie

obscures this truth, that I am given over unconditionally

to any judgement, test or fate your love would grant me.

Rebirth

2009-07-02T10:46:00.001+05:30

I have been tossed from rapture to the crush of

life so foul and grinding that I barely live. and yet

I endure for sake of love. a light, beautiful and singular,

illumines my night and shows me the path to the edge

of the universe, where waits hope and joy, twin beasts

shackled by their duty, to draw the chariot of love

across the skies of radiant peace and lover's dream.

Lullaby

2009-07-02T10:28:00.002+05:30

Lay your sleeping head, my love,

Human on my faithless arm;

Time and fevers burn away

Individual beauty from

Thoughtful children, and the grave

Proves the child ephemeral:

But in my arms till break of day

Let the living creature lie,

Mortal, guilty, but to me

The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:

To lovers as they lie upon

Her tolerant enchanted slope

In their ordinary swoon,

Grave the vision Venus sends

Of supernatural sympathy,

Universal love and hope;

While an abstract insight wakes

Among the glaciers and the rocks

The hermit's sensual ecstasy.

Certainly, fidelity

On the stoke of midnight pass

Like vibrations of a bell,

And fashionable madem raise

Their pedantic boring cry:

Every farthing of the cost,

All the dreaded cards foretell,

Shall be paid, but from this night

Not a whisper, not a thought,

Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:

Let the winds of dawn that below

Softly round your dreaming head

Such a day of sweetness show

Eye and knocking heart may bless,

Find the mortal world enough;

Noons of dryness see you fed

By the involuntary powers,

Nights of insult let you pass

Watched by every human love.

W.H.AUDEN (19707-1973)

The River-Merchant's Wife: a Letter

2009-07-02T10:14:00.002+05:30

While my hair was still cut straight acros my forehead

I played about the frong gate, pulling flowers.

You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horese,

You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.

And we went on living in the village of Chokan:

Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.

At fourteen I married My Lord you.

I never laughed, being bashful.

Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.

Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling,

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours

Forever and forever and forever.

Why should I climb the lookout?

At sixteen you departed,

You went into far Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies,

And you have been gone five months.

The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.

You dragged your feet when you went out.

By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,

Too deep to clear them away!

The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August

Over the grass in the West garden;

They hurt me. I grow older.

If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,

Please let me know beforehand,

And I will come out to meet you

As far as Cho-fu-Sa.

LI T'AI-PO (701-762)

After you Leave, I will Become a Tree

2009-07-01T15:37:00.000+05:30

After you leave, I will become a tree
Alone on a hillside, loving wind and sun,
Waiting for you to return home to me
Though centuries of lonely stars may run.

I'll grow tall and give lots of shade,
Sheltering birds and other bright-eyed things.
Pleased with all the progress that I've made,
I'll spread my leafy branches out like wings.

But oh! Every moment of every day
I'll miss you with the passion of the wind,
Gazing endlessly upon the way
That without you must empty, empty wind.

Do Not Doubut How Much I Love You

2009-07-01T15:35:00.000+05:30

Do not doubt how much I love you
Though my time with you is thin.
I am always thinking of you,
Always loving you within.

A full-time working mom and wife
Just doesn't have much time to give.
But I have given you my life,
And you still reign where I most live.

I do the best that I can do
And hope that you will understand
That everything belongs to you:
My eyes, my thoughts, my heart, my hand.

When fist I chanced

2009-06-30T23:49:00.002+05:30

when first I chanced to hear your voice

my heart stopped.

not for want of death, but because

nothing can change

in the space between beats of your heart.

and I wanted you

to forever speak my name. with reverence

and honest love.

when first I chanced to look into your eyes

burnt gold honey

in colour. my breath caught, the air

was no longer needed

to sustain my life. for in your eyes

my world held, strung

on wires of platinum and steel and dreams.

and honest love.

when first I chanced to touch your flesh

my life ended.

and began again. the minuet of life paused

and then continued.

and I was caught in the dance, intoxicated

by your warm hand

by the sweet message in your smile, bold

with honest love.

when first I chanced to lay with you

the angels wept.

knowing what was in my heart, how could

they but regret

never knowing what passes between two lovers

caught in the sphere

where ends all reality and the truth is pure as any scarament.

when first I chanced to speak of love

you smiled at me.

and touched me with a hand that stole

my life. and spoke

with a voice that stopped my heart.

and looked to me

with eyes that caught my breath. and I kenw.

I knew. I know.

The Heat of My Desire

2009-06-30T23:47:00.000+05:30

In the still of the evening
Without sunlight to intrude
I see the twilight's in your eyes
As the moon sets up the mood

Playing music soft and low
While romance fills the air
I can't help but feel aroused
The very moment you come near

You submit to my embrace
While candles flick their flame
And the smell of sweet perfume
Seems to drive my lust insane

As I look into your eyes
And run my fingers through your hair
I taste the sweetness of your neck
As I nibble at your ear

I then whisper words of love
As you answer with a sigh
And in a very sexy way
Your sweet body comes alive

Your the heat of my desire
As we slowly come undress
I then start to lay you down
While you welcome my caress

With your luscious sexy curves
You have a taste I can't resist
And your breast show some response
When I touch them with a kiss

As I soak inside your love
To a sexy love condition
Feeling passions start to rise
While making love in all positions

You give me so much pleasure
For ecstasy is here
With you wrapped inside my arms
To this heated love we share

Now no one can come close
To this love that we inspire
For only you can fill this joy
And the heat of my desire

David Farrar

Before you go

2009-06-30T23:45:00.001+05:30

I hope I die before you go.

for I am not ready for a life without your presence.

God is not so cruel, surely He

must plan me a swift and sudden death, remembrance

of what we have held and been would

be beyound the endurance of Job and more horrific

than any mere crucifixion.

I hope I die before you go. just don't look back.

William F. DeVault

Transfiguration

2009-06-30T23:40:00.001+05:30

in the wasteland of our lives, there are vines

that wind us with their silvery stems, binding

us to the truths and lies we have uttered and heard.

taking our dring at the well of folly and in the cup

of both Holy Communion and poisoned dreas. drink

deeply the blood of my heart, freely and of your will,

take your fill and I, I shall be transformed by this.

brought from wretched wreck to mortal, then

transfigured in a moment of awakened passion

to immortal. and thus I may join in the stars.

William F. DeVault

Heartbeat

2009-06-30T23:34:00.002+05:30

I listen to your heart.

beating softly in your breast.

my eyes are closed and I am lulled

by the knowledge that you live

and love for me. the thinnest part

of this is that to any test

I may put our love, this fading world

is witness to our victory in the love we give.

William F. DeVault

inamorata

2009-06-30T23:29:00.002+05:30

how beautiful you are to me is not a question

I may answer, words fail and you are bright

and incandescent, a flaming taper in oblivion.

I draw my inspiration from your love, shadow

of your lilght, memory of your words, priets

to the need to worship one who stirs such awe

in my all too mortal soul. seeds of doubt? I

have none. and when the seeds of this love

are manifest, I will be there to witness them.

Playing the Gallant

2009-06-29T15:26:00.001+05:30

when you are sad. think of me.

and know that I would make you smile.

at any cost. for, when i see

someone too worthy for despair to defile,

I must play the gallant, riding hight

to slay the dark demons that would caress

only your sorrow. for selfish am I.

and want all of you, even your darkness.

French actress Sarah Bernhardt to Writer Jean Richepin

2009-06-29T15:22:00.001+05:30

Carry me off into the blue skies of tender loves, roll me in dark clouds, tramp me with your thunderstorms, break me in your angry rages. But love me, my adored love.

1883

Somewhere I have never travelled gladly beyond

2009-06-29T15:11:00.002+05:30

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish to be close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descendings

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forver with each breathing.

E.E.Cummings

To Diana Manners, 1918

2009-06-29T10:39:00.003+05:30

Darling, my darling - One line in haste to tell you that I love you more today than ever in my life before, that I never see beauty without seeing you or scent happiness without thinking of you.

You have fulfilled all my ambition, realized all my hopes, made all my dreams come true. You have set a crown ro roses on my youth and fortified me against the disaster of our days. Your courageous gaiety has inspired me with joy. You tender faithfulness has been a rock of security and comfort. I have felt for you all kinds of love at once. I have asked much of you and you have never failed me. You have intensified all colours, heightened all beauty, deepened all delight. I love you more than life, my beauty, my wonder.

DUFF COOPER (1890-1954)

from the film When Harry Met Sally, 1989

2009-06-29T10:15:00.002+05:30

BILLY CRYSTAL TO MEG RYAN

I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothers. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I got to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

NORA EPHRON (1941 - )

The Confirmation

2009-06-29T10:03:00.002+05:30

Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.

I in my mind had waited for this long,

Seeing the false and searching for the ture,

Then found you as a traveller finds a place

Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong

Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,

What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,

A well of water in a country dry,

Or anything that's honest and good, an eye

That makes the whole world bright. YOur open heart,

Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,

The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,

The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.

Not beautiful or rare in every part.

But like yourself, as they were meant to be.

EDWIN MUIR (1887-1959)

SONNET LXIX

2009-06-29T09:59:00.001+05:30

May be nothingness is to be without your presence,

without you moving, slicing the noon

like a blue flower, without you walking

later through the fog and the cobbles,

without the light you carry in your hand,

golden, which maybe others will not see,

which maybe no one knew was growing

like the red beginning of a rose.

In short, without your presence: without your coming

suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,

gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:

since then I am because you are,

since then you are, I am, we are,

and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.

PABLO NERUDA (1904-73)

THE SNOWDROP

2009-06-24T10:35:00.002+05:30

How beautiful the snowdrop shines

In purest white arrayed;

Just as when innocence combines

To from the virtuous maid.

Fair emblem of meek innocence

Sweet modest flower with thee,

My Chloe's matchless excellence

Exactly does agree.

And O how charming is her face

Just like the snowdrop flower,

It gives to every downcast grace

In love, a double power.

Though every way she darts her eye

Does kindling flames inspire,

But when here downcast glances flye

They set my soul on fire.

'Loving in Truth, and Fain in Verse My Love to Show'

2009-06-24T10:20:00.003+05:30

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,

That the dear she might take some pleasure of my pain,

Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,

Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,

I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe:

Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,

Oft turning others's leaves, to see if thence would flow

Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.

But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay;

Inventions, Nature's child, fled stepdame Study's blows;

And other's feet still seemed but strangers in my ways.

Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,

Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:

'Fool,' said my Muse to me, 'look in thy heart, and write'.

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1554-1586)

To John Middleton Murry, 1917

2009-06-23T10:42:00.003+05:30

Last night, before you got into bed, you stood, quite naked, bending forward a little, talking. It was only for an instant. I swa you - I loved youso, loved your body with such tenderness. Ah, my dear! And I am noth thinking now of 'passion'. No, of that other thing that makes me feel that every inch of you is so precious to me - your soft shoulders - your creamy warm skin, your ears cold like shells are cold - you long legs and your feed that I love to clasp with my feet - the feeling of your belly - and your thin young back. Just below that bone that sticks out at the back of your neck you have a little mole. It is partly because we are young tat I feel this tenderness. I love your youth. I could not bear that it should be touched even by a cold wind if I were the Lord.

We two, you know, have everything before us, and we shall do very great things, I have prefect faith in us, and so perfect is my love for your that I am, as itwere, still, silent to my very soul. I want nobody but you for my lover and my friend and to nobody but you shall I be faithful.

I am yours for ever

Tig

KATHERINE MANSFIELD (1888-1923)

Intimacy

2009-06-23T10:36:00.002+05:30

Since I have seen you do those intimate things

that other men but dream of; lull asleep

the sinster dark forest of your hair

and tie the bows that stir on your calm breat

faintly as leaves that shudder in their sleep;

since I have seen you stocking swallow up,

a switft black wind, the flame of your pale foot,

and deemed your slender limbs so meshed in slik

sweet mermaid sisters drowned in their dark hari;

I have not troubled overmuch with food,

and wine has seemed like water from a well;

pavements are built of fire, grass of thin flames;

all other girls grow dull as painted flowers

or flutter harmlessly like coloured flies

whose wings are tangled in the net of leaves

spread by frail trees that grow behind the eyes.

EDGELL RICWORD (1898-1982)

A Dedication to My Wife

2009-06-23T10:28:00.002+05:30

To whom I owe the leaping delight

That quickness my senses in our wakingtime

And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,

The breathing in unison.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts without need of speech,

And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

No peevish winter wind shall chill

No sullen tropic sun shall wither

The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only

But this dedication is for others to read:

These are private words addressed to you in public.

T.S.ELIOT (1888-1965)

In Paris with You

2009-06-23T10:19:00.002+05:30

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful

And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.

I'm one of your talking wounded.

I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.

I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled

And resentful at the mess that I've been through.

I admit I'm on the rebound

And I don't care where are we bound.

I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre,

If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,

If we skip the Champs Elysees

And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room

Doing this and that

To what and whom

Learning who you are,

Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,

The little bit of Paris in our view.

There's that crack across the ceiling

And the hotel walls are peeling

And I'm in Paris with you.

JAMES FENTON (1949 - )

To F.Scott Fitzgerald, 1919

2009-06-19T10:20:00.002+05:30

I'D DO ANYTHING

Sweetheart,

Please, please do't be so depressed - We'll be married soon, and there lonesome nights will be over forever - and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night - Maybe you won't understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it's hardest to write - an you always know when I make myself - Just the ache of it all - and I can't tell you. If we were together, you'd feel how strong it is - your're so sweet when you're melancholy. I love your sad tenderness - when I've hurt your - That's one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels - and they bothered you so - Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget -

Scott - there's nothing in all the world I want but you - and your precious love - All the material things are nothing. I'd just haste to live a sordbid, colorless existence - because your'd soon love me less - and less - and I'd do anything - anything - to keep your heart for my own - I don't want to live - I want to love first, and live incidentally - Why don't you feel that I'm waiting - I'll come to your, Lover, when you're ready - Don't ever think of the things you can't give me - you've trusted me with the desert heart of all - and it's so damn much more than anybody else in the world has ever had -

ZELDA FITZGERALD (1900-47)

Variation on the Word Sleep

2009-06-19T10:01:00.002+05:30

I would like to watch you sleeping.

I would like to watch you,

sleeping. I would like to sleep

with you, to enter

your sleep as it smooth dark wave

slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent

wavering forest of bluegreen leaves

with its watery sun & three moons

towards the cave where you must descend,

towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver

branch, the small white flower, the one

word that will protect you

from the grief at the center

of your dream, from the grief

at the centre. I would like to floow

you up the long stairway

again & become

the boat that would row you back

carefully, a flame

in two cupped hands

to where your body lies

beside me, and you enter

it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be in the air

that inhabits you for a moment

only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.

MARGARET ATWOOD (1939 - )

Sonnet XVII

2009-06-19T09:55:00.002+05:30

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love your straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this; where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

PABLO NERUDA (1904-73)

Crowning Grace

2009-06-18T10:28:00.001+05:30

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, ghe golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming pinciple that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

FRANCESCO PETRARCH (1304-74)

from The Four Loves

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To love at all is to e vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping in intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of you selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

C.S.LEWIS (1898-1963)

from Love

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CRYSTALLISATION: THE BIRTH OF LOVE

Here is what happens to the soul:

1. Admiration

2. The lover say to himself: 'What joy to kiss her, to be kissed by her', so on.

3. Hope. You study her perfections....

4. Love is born. To love is to enjoy seeing, touching, sensing with all the senses, and being as close as possible to the object of love who love is return.

5. The first crystallisation begins. The lover who is sure of his mistress's love delights in attributing to her every possible excellence. In the end you exaggerate her qualities wildly, and see her as someone fallen from Heaven, still unknown, but certain to be yours.

If a lover's brain is left undisturbed for four and twenty hours, the result is the 'crystallisation' of the object of his thoughts:

A branch of a tree, plucked in winter, that has been stripped of its leaves and thrown deep down into one of the salt mines of Salzburg, is found, on its being taken out two or three months later, to be covered with brilliant crystals, and garnished, even to the very smallest twigs, which are often no bigger than a titmouse's foot, with innumerable sparkling diamonds; the original branch can no longer be seen.

What I have called crystallisation is that operation of the mind which turns whatever peresents itself into a discovery of new perfections in the object of love.

STENDHAL (1783-1842)

True Love

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But true love is a durable fire

In the wind ever burning;

Never sick, never old, never dead,

From itself never turning.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH (c. 1554-1618)

from A Natural History of Love

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AN ANCIENT DELIRIUM

Love. What a small word we use for an idea so immense and powerful it has altered the flow of history, clamed monsters, kindled works of art, cheered the forlorn, turned tought guys to mush, consoled the enslaved, driven strong women mad, glorified the humble, fueled national scandals, bankrupted robber barons, and made mincemeat of kings. How can love's spaciousness be conveyed in the narrow confines of one syllable?....Love is an ancient delirium, a deisre older than civilization, with taproots stretching deep into dark and mysterious days...

The heart is a living museum. In each of its galleries, no matter how narrow or dimly lit, preserved forever like wondrous diatoms, are our moments of loving and being loved.

DIANE ACKERMAN (1948 -)

from Unending Love

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I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,

In life after life, in age after age forever.

My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms

I life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,

Its ancient tale of being aprt or together,

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge

Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:

You become an image of what is remembered forever.......

RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941)

from The Prophet

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Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let

these be your desires;

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its

melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give

thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in

your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

KHALIL GIBRAN (1883-1931)

In a Bath Teashop

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'Lets us not speak, for the love we bear one another

Let us hold hands and look.'

She, such a very ordinary little woman;

He, such a thumping crook;

But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels

In the teashop's ingle-nook.

JOHN BETJEMAN (1906-84)

The Power of Love

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It can alter things:

The stormy scowl can become

Suddenly a smile.

The knuckly bunched fist

May open like a flower,

Tender a caress.

Benarth its bright warmth

Black ice of suspicion melts;

Danger is dazzled.

A plain a dull face

Astounds with its radiance

And sudden beauty.

Ordinary things -

Teacups, spoons and sugar-lumps -

Become magical.

The locked door opens;

Inside are leaves and moonlight;

You are welcomed in.

Its delicate strength

Can lift the heaviest heart

And snap hostile steel.

It gives eloquence

To the dumb tongue, makes plain speech

Blaze like poetry.

VERNON SCANNELL (1922 -)

from The Symposium

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THE DESIRE AND PURSUIT

So ancient is the desire of one another which is implanted in us, reuniting our original nature, seeking to make one of two and to heal the state of man. Each of us when separated, having one side only, like a flat fish, is but the tally-half of a man, and he is always looking for his other half.....There is not a man...who would not acknowledge that this meeting and melting into one another, this becoming one instead of two, was the very expression of his ancient need. And the reason is that human nature was originally one and we were a whole, and the desire and pursuit of the whole is called Love.

PLATO (c 429-347 BC)

from Among the Multitude

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Among the men and women the multitude,

I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs

Acknowledging none elsse, not parent, wife,

husband, brother, chidl, any nearer than I am

Some are baffled, but that one is not -

that one knows me.

WALT WHITMAN (1819-92)

Some say that Love's a little boy

2009-06-12T10:13:00.002+05:30

Some say that love's a little boy,

And some say it's a bird,

Some say it makes the world go round,

And some say that's absurd.

And when I asked the man next-door,

Who looked as if he knew,

His wife got very cross indeed,

And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,

Or the ham in a tempreance hotel?

Does it odour remind one of Ilamas,

Or has it a comforting smell?

Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,

Or soft as eiderdown fluff?

Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?

O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it

In cryptic little notes,

Its' guite a common topic on

The Transatlantic boats;

I've found the subject mentioned in

Accounts of suicides,

And even seen it scribbled on

The backs of railway-guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,

Or boom like a military band?

Could one give a first-rate imitation

On a swa or a Steinway Grand?

Is its singing at parties a riot?

Does it only like Classical stuff?

Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?

O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;

It wasn't ever there:

I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,

And Brighton's bracing air.

I don't know what the blackbird sang,

But it wasn't in the chicken-run,

Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?

Is it usually sick on a swing?

Does it spend all its time at the races,

Or fiddling with pieces of string?

Has it views of its own about money?

Does it think Patriotism enought?

Are its stories vulgar but funny?

O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning.

Just a I'm picking my nose?

Will it knock on my door in the mroning,

Or tread in the bust on my toes?

Will it come like a change in the weather?

Will its greeting be courteous or rought?

Will it alter my life altogether?

O tell me the truth about love.

W.H.AUDEN (1907-73)

from Romeo and Juliet

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ACT I, SCENE I

Love is smoke roused with the fume of sights;

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lover's eyes;

Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;

What is it else? A madness most discreet,

a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)

Love Like You've Never Been Hurt

2009-06-12T10:03:00.002+05:30

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed ever to let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pitures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt....Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.

Under the Influence

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When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passion, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.

GEROGE BERNARD SHAW (1856-1950)

To Love is to Suffer

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To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

WOODY ALEN (1935 - )

'As Ye Came from the Holy Land'

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'As ye came from the holy land

of Walsinghame,

Met you not with my true love

By the way as you came?'

'How should I know your true love,

That have met many a one

As I came from the holy land,

That have come, that have gone?'

'She is neither white nor brown,

But as the heavens fair;

There is none hath her form divine

In the earth or the air.'

'Such a one did I meet, good sir,

Such an angelic face,

Who like a nymph, like a queen, did appear

In her gait, in her grace.'

'She hath left me here alone,

All alone, as unknown,

Who sometime did me lead with herself,

And me loved as her own.'

'What's the cause that she leaves you alone

And a new way doth take,

That sometime did love you as her own,

And her joy did you make?'

'I have loved her all my youth,

But now am old, as you see:

Love likes not the falling fruit,

Nor the withered tree.

'Know that Love is careless child,

And forgets promise past;

He is bilnd, he is deaf when he list,

And in faith never fast.

'His desire is a dureless content,

And a trustless joy;

He is won with a world of despair,

And is lost with a toy.

'Of womenkind such indeed is the love,

Or the word love abused,

Under which many childish desires

And conceits are excused.

'But true love is a durable fire,

In the mind ever burning,

Never sick, never dead, never cold,

From itself never turning.'

SIR WALTER RALEIGH (1552-1618)

The True Meaning of Love - A Heart Touching Story

2009-06-11T10:17:00.003+05:30

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. . . I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow.... " My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. " My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .... and as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread...... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...

The Appeal

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An Earnest Suit to His Unkind Mistress,

Not to Forsake Him

And wilt thou leave me thus?

Say nay, say nay, for shame!

- To save thee from the blame

Of all my grief and grame.

And wilt thou leave me thus?

Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,

That hath loved thee so long

I n wealth and woe among?

And is thy heart so strong

As for to leave me thus?

Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,

That hath given thee my heart

Never for to depart

Neither for pain nor smart:

And wilt thou leave me thus?

Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,

And have no more pity

Of him that loveth thee?

Alas, thy cruelty!

And wilt thou leave me thus?

Say nay! Say nay!

The Lover Showeth How He Is Forsaken of Such as He Sometime Enjoyed

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They flee from me that sometime did me seek,

With naked foot stalking in my chamber.

I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,

That now are wild, and do not once remember

That sometime they have put themselves in danger

To take bread at my hand; and now they range,

Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise

Twenty times better; but once, in special,

In thin array, after a pleasant guise,

When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,

And she me caught in her arms long and small,

Therewith all sweetly did me kiss,

And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?'

It was no dream; I lay broad waking:

But all is turned, through my gentleness,

Into a strange fashion of forsaking;

And I have leave to go, of her goodness;

And she also to use new-fangleness.

But since that I so unkindly am served,

I fain would know what she hath deserved.

SIR THOMAS WYATT (1503-1542)

DAYS OF MY YOUTH

2009-06-02T10:25:00.003+05:30

Days of my youth! and where are ye gone?

Those sweet hours of pastime to me;

When nature, all round, like May's mild morn,

Made me bless'd as well I could be.

The joy I had in my youth, has fled,

And moments of innocent glee,

How little I thought of them till sped!

And they all had vanished from me.

O! could they once more to me return,

And I live them all o'er again,

How quick from myself I those should spurn,

That bring me no pleasure, but pain.

But now it seems I must sit and sigh,

For those Heavenly hours that are gone;

While the tears stand trembling in my eye,

When I think of those days to come.

Hopes of my youth as the sunbeams bright,

How quick have ye vanish'd away!

The prospects before are as dark as night,

And I tremble, as well I may.

My fears in youth, how quickly they fled!

My hopes were so buoyant and bright;

On the path before me, soon was shed,

Some gleam of encouraging light.

But no more can all these scenes return;

The thought is affecting to me;

Yet from them trust a lesson to learn,

That nothing substantial can be.

I Wish I Were in Love Again

2009-06-02T00:55:00.002+05:30

The sleepless nights, the daily fights,

The quick toboggan when you reach the heights;

I miss the kisses and I miss the bites,

I wish I were in love again!

The broken date, the endless waits,

The lovely loving and the hateful hates,

The conversation with the flying plates,

I wish I were in love again!

No more pain, no more strain,

Now I'm sane, but I would rather be ga-ga!

The pulled out fur of cat and cur,

The fine mismating of a him and her,

I've learned my lesson,

But I wishe I were in love again!

The furtive sigh, the blackened eye,

The words, 'I'll love you till the day I die',

The self-deception that believes the lie,

I wish I were in love again!

When love congeals it soon reveals

The faint aroma of performing seals,

The double crossing of a pair of heels

I wish I were I love again!

No more care, no despair.

I'm all there now, but I'd rather be punch-drunk!

Believe me, sir, I much prefer

The classic battle of a him and her,

I don't like quiet and

I wishe I were in love again!

LORENZ HART (1895-1943)

Unrequited Love

2009-06-02T00:53:00.001+05:30

If even now

in the midst of rejection

I still love him so,

then what would be my feelings

if he were to love me back?

EMPRESS EIFUKU (1271-1342)

A Love Poem

2009-06-02T00:52:00.001+05:30

He made no promise -

so I try to tell myself

not to be bitter

until this long night too

ends with a lonely dawn.

Love

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Two thousand cigarettes.

A hundred miles

from wall to wall.

An eternity and a half of vigils

blanker than snow.

Tons of words

old as the tracks

of a platypus in the sand.

A hundred books we didn't write.

A hundred pyramids we didn't build.

Sweepings

Dust.

Bitter

as the beginning of the world.

Believe me when I say

it was beautiful

MIROSLAV HOLUB (1923-98)

The Forsaken Lover

2009-06-01T00:22:00.002+05:30

They flee from me that sometime did me seek

With naked foot stalking in my chamber.

I have seen them gentle, tame and meek

That now are wild, and do not remember

That sometime they put themself in danger

To take bread at my hand; and now they range,

Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise

Twenty times better, but once in special:

In thin array after a pleasant guise

When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall

And she me caught in her arms long and small

Therewithal sweetly did me kiss,

And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?'

It was no dream. I lay broad walking.

But all is turned through my gentleness

Into a strange fashion of forsaking,

And I have leave to go, of her goodness,

And she also to use newfangleness.

But since that I so kindly am served,

I would fain know what she hath deserved.

SIR THOMAS WYATT (1503-42)

Another Love

2009-06-01T00:16:00.001+05:30

It is in vain, this silence I must break;

The fault of him I love moves me to speak.

Dearer than all the world he is to me;

But he regards not love not courtesy,

Nor wisdom, nor my worth, nor all my beauty -

He has deceived me. Such my fate should be,

If I had failed to him in loving duty.

Oh, strange and past belief that in disdain

Your heart, oh friend, should look upon my pain;

That now another love should conquer you,

For all that I may say, that I may do!

Have you forgotten the sweet first communion

Of our two hearts? Now sorely would I rue

If by my guilt were caused this last disunion.

The noble worth, the valour you possess,

Your fame and beauty add to my distress.

For far and near the noble ladies all,

If love can move them, listen to your call.

But you, my friend, whose soul is keenest-sighted,

Must know who loves you, and is true withal.

And ah! remember now the troth we plighted.

BEATRICE DE DIE (mid-twelfth century female troubadour)

Symptoms of Love

2009-05-28T10:38:00.003+05:30

Love is a universal migraine,

A bright stain on the vision

Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love

Are leanness, jealousy,

Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -

Listening for a knock,

Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers

In a darkened room,

For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!

Can you endure such grief

At any hand but hers?

ROBERT GRAVES (1895-1985)

from Romeo and Juliet (ACT 1, SECENE IV)

2009-05-28T10:29:00.002+05:30

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,

Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)

As Sweet

2009-05-28T10:25:00.002+05:30

It's all because we're so alike -

Twin souls, we two.

We smile at the expression, yes,

And know it's true.

I told the shrink. He gave our love

A different name.

But he can call it what he likes -

It's still the same.

I long to see you, hear your voice,

My narcissistic objetc - choice.

WENDY COPE (1945 - )

The Sun Rising

2009-05-28T09:59:00.002+05:30

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,

Why dost thou thus,

Through windoes, and through curtains call on us?

Must to thy motions lover's seasons run?

Saucy pedantic wreth, go chile

Late school-boys, and sour 'prentices,

Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will Ride,

Call country ants to harvest offices,

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams, so reverend, and stong

Why shouldst thou think?

I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,

But that I would not lose her sight so long:

If her eyes have not blinded thine,

Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,

Whether both the Indians of spice and mine

Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.

Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,

And thou shalt hear, 'All here in one bed lay.'

She is all States, and all Princes, I;

Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us; compar'd to this

all honour's mimic; all wealth alchemy.

Thou Sun an half as happy as we,

In that the world's contracted thus;

Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be

To warm the world, that's done in warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art every where;

This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

JOHN DONNE (1572-1631)

If you were coming in the fall

2009-05-27T10:45:00.002+05:30

If your were coming in the fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn,

As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls,

And put them each in separate drawers,

Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,

I'd count them on my hand,

Subtracting till my fingers dropped

Into Van Diemen's land.

If certain, when this life was out,

That yours and mine should be,

I'd toss it yonder like a rind,

And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time's uncertain wing,

It goads me, like the goblin bee,

That will not state its sting.

EMILY DICKINSON (1830-86)

To Lord Alfred Douglas, C.1891

2009-05-27T10:00:00.002+05:30

My own dear boy - Your sonnet is quite lovely and it is a marvel that those red roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the music of song than for the madness of kissin. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know that Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days. Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there and cool your hands in the grey twilight of gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place; it only lacks you, but to Salisbury first. Always with undying love.

Yours,

Oscar

OSCAR WILDE (1854-1900)

from Romeo and Juliet

2009-05-26T10:39:00.005+05:30

ACT II, SCENE II

JULIET: Good-night, good-night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO: O! wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

ROMEO: The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

JULIET: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;

And yet I would it were to give again.

ROMEO: Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

JULIET: But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet I wish but for the think I have:

My bounty is a boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)

Meeting at Night

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The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its spped 'i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

ROBERT BROWNING (1812-89)

Love's Philosophy

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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 word 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;

Now sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea –

What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792 - 1822)