February knows his fortune well, Even in the bitterness of dawn Breaking in the coldest hour of hell, Revealing but the worst that must be borne. Underneath the ice the passions sleep Ablaze with all the beauty of their burning, Rendering a richness that will keep Yet warm within the cavern of his yearning.
You are my heart, my hope, my help, The passion that is me, The whole of which I am a part, My peace, my ecstasy. You are my future, present, past, My ship, my sail, my ocean, The wind that brings me home again, The home for every motion.
You live within me, yet I am Without you all alone. With you I am full of light; Without you I am stone.
Is this foolish? Yes, perhaps, But also it is true. I think of life as something I Can spend with only you.
Ah, my love! Love longs for such Sweet celebrants as this! Love is a burden and a joy, Slavery and bliss.
This day of love come love with me, Come sing with me my song. Come be my Valentine, and I Will love you my life long, my love, Will love you my life long.
No Luv. you do not have to move to the country to find Love. Love is in the Heart, in the Soul, and in the Mind and all one needs is to open yourself to it.
This is one of my favorite love poems. It is not as ethereal or as passionate as some, but it is real, and speaks of love and acceptance for the long haul:
Love Poem by John Frederick Nims
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls in china, burrs in linen, And have no cunning with any soft thing
Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people: The refugee uncertain at the door You make at home; deftly you steady The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.
Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers' terror, Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime Yet leaping before red apoplectic streetcars- Misfit in any space. And never on time.
A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only With words and people and love you move at ease. In traffic of wit expertly manoeuver And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.
Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel, Your lipstick grinning on our coat, So gaily in love's unbreakable heaven Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.
Be with me darling, early and late. Smash glasses- I will study wry music for your sake. For should your hands drop white and empty All the toys of the world would break.
No Luv. you do not have to move to the country to find Love. Love is in the Heart, in the Soul, and in the Mind and all one needs is to open yourself to it.
Aye, Camac, I do realize that and you are absolutely right
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