LOVE QUOTES

Love Poems" LOVE SONG (To Emma) There's a love that is deeper by far than the love Of which poets so often do sing; Their's a song of the youth and the maid - Just a passing and phantom-like thing. Their's is often of vows softly said and undone, Cast aside with the days fading glow, Tis of passions desire, and tis not of the love Sent from Heaven to true hearts below. What true hearts call love is a Heaven born love, 'Tis a love that will not fade away But will live thru all years, thru all ills, thru all woes And grow stronger with each passing day. The love of a mother - a love from on high - Is the one love of all loves sublime; For the babe in her arms, stays the babe in her arms And will be to the end of all time. Yet there still is a love that will never grow old, That seems bound with a Heavenly tie, 'Tis the love of two hearts that has lived thru all ills; 'Tis the love, Dear, of just you and I. AUGUST 11, 1936 We started for here when love was young And day was new and fair, We thought, then, to choose pleasant paths to tread And miss the noon-day glare; We fancied to stroll down shaded lanes, Or roam some fairy dell; For day was new and love was young And we lived in it's magic spell. Love still is young, tho day, is old; We've passed the noonday glare; We've come hand in hand to the end of the day It's peace and quiet to share. Our paths were not all shaded dells, We've walked in the noon-day sun; We've climbed rugged hills, often stumbled and fell, Yet, still we've kept going on. With love still young, tho the day be old,

We're yet walking side by side. With your hand still in mine we'll walk the full way, Tho weal or tho woe may betide. Tho we now know the path, know it's joys and it's cares, Know each step of the long journey thru, I would venture with you once again to set forth And I wonder, Dear Heart, would you? AUGUST 11, 1938 I picture a view long years ago That attracted your love for me; There was warm sunlight and shaded vale, And a path from brambles free; I pictured the skies an azure blue And tinted my clouds with gold; There was never a hint of blasting storms Nor North winds breath of cold. I have treasured your love, Dear Heart, I know But my picture was vain and untrue; I have not been fair, for I've failed many times To smooth the way for you. I have let you carry the load for me, And face the winter storm, When my every thought should have been for you; To protect you from all harm. Yet, the sun may shine thru, the pathway grow bright And the skies have their azure blue, The picture may yet be proven in part And some of the views come true. I treasure that picture still close to my heart, And my wish for you today, Is that all of it's goodness may yet be yours E'er you reach the end of the way. AUGUST 11, 1939 Forty; Forty years ago? My it don't seem true. That it has been as long as that since, sweetheart, just we two Strolled in the dell at evening or wandered down the lane And talked of plans together, just loving lass and swain. Some of those plans proved fancies, while some were heaven blest Yet good and bad we've shared them all our love stood every test And now we're on the evening path still loving lass and swain. Still building castles in the air -

still know they'll fall again The boys? Oh, yes they once were boys, those great big stalwartmen They formed the whole of life for us - our days were their days then Now that we're left so much alone, miss their romp and play And long to see them back again as in their childhood day. Home ties for them are broken now, each must his problem face, While you and I at last, dear heart, to others must give place. Yes they're our boys, our great big boys, tho 40 years the score, We still in them our solace find and live in them once more. STILL WALKING TOGETHER We have come a long way together, Thru storms and sunny days, And now we near the sun-down; Near the parting of our ways. Soon one must journey on alone - the other drop aside, But still, in thought and fancy, We will walk on side by side. We will wander back to our yesterdays, And live them over again, Leaving out the storms and shadows That brot us tear or pain. We will roam the pleasant pathways, And again their joys will share, With no thought this time of tomorrows - Of tomorrow with grief or care. For we, as we live our yesterdays, Will be nearer and dearer too, And the one just walks in fancy, The path will not be new; And the one that is left will comfort find And not stop to mourn or pine For we will go, as we always did, With my heart linked to yours and yours to mine. FIFTY YEARS TOGETHER (1949) My heart within was singing, The wedding bells were rining, and all the world seemed happy bright and gay, My heart was over-flowing With just the joy of knowing You had named today to be our wedding day. Now fondly I remember

That Sunday in December; We said the vows, that made us man and wife. It was my lucky Sunday, For that was just the one day We started, hand in hand, to walk thru life. Now fifty years together Thru storm and pleasant weather Still hand in hand we've come the long, long way. The vows we said that Sundy We will say again this one day - This happy GOLDEN WEDDING DAY. MOTHER'S ROCKING CHAIR Mother may toil in the kitchen all day At that her loved ones will nourished may be; Or her flowers that grow in profusion and grace She will watch oer and guard tenderly; Then at night by the fireside with needle and thread, And her mind free of worry and car, She will hum a sweet song of long, long ago, As she rocks in her old rocking chair. The warm sun may tempt her outside oft to stray, There she'll seek out each rose bush and vine Just to see they are tended and bedded away, Of their need she will miss not a sign, Then the days tasks all done, rug or needle she'll seek News with home folks and neighbors she'll share, As she sits by the fire in the twilights soft glow Finding rest in her old rocking chair.

"MY CALL I know not when my craft may sail,

Nor what the tide may be;I'll only know the call is mine,

And I must put out to sea.I want no tears when I embark,

But rather let your smileBe mine to cheer me as I breast

That last, long rugged mile.No muffled steps, no whispers low,

But let me launch away;My craft be safe, my pilot sure,

And bright the beacons ray.Nor would I wish my craft be decked

With garlands rich and rareJust grace the bow with a blossom, dear,

That was nourished by your care.

TO SAM AND ANOLA

You have started today on a long, long road,To the land of peace and content;

As far as you see there is nothing to mar -All beauty to it has been lent.

You will walk side by side down this rose bowered laneAnd dream dreams of the day to come

When you rest in peace at the end of the roadIn a cottage that you will call home.

But the road may grow dim, the pathway be rough;Deep chasms and stream to cross;

Just how to proceed and which way to goMay often find you at a loss;

'Twill grow narrow, at times, and no longer you twoMay walk, hand in hand, side by side;

But your goal will be reached if you each lend a handAnd each one their burdens divide.

So keep looking ahead, pay no heed to the pastLet it's errors lie buried and dead;

See the rose bowered lane with the brook by the sideAnd the cottage that's out there ahead.

HOMEThere's a little low cot on the side of the hill,

Sheltered there in the shade of the trees,Where the mocking bird, whistles, and the whip-poor- wills call -

Is borne on the soft evening breeze.There the one that I love waits, with welcoming smile,

My returning, where eer I may roam;Waits to welcome there from the days toil and care

To that little low cot that is home.There is beauty and grace near this little low cot

And the vines that around it entwine;There's a little of grandeur where Dogwood's wind grace

Blends with shimmering green of the vine.There the Hollyhocks bloom in their stately array

And the Tamaicks verdue, so rare.Show the touch of her hands as awaiting she stands

With a smile just to welcome there.And in days yet to come, when from there one will roam

Never more to it's fold to return,May the birds linger on and bring joy with their song

And so comfort the heart that will yearn.May the flowers still bloom in their beauty and grace,

With a welcome to all who may roam,As that smile used to do as the gate I came thru

to that little low cot that was home.

THE BIG BOY(to John J. Ryker, Jr.)

Where are you hiding, Big Boy, Big Boy?And he laughed and crowed with childish joy

To think that I so blind could beThat a man, like he, I could not see,

And he scarce could stay behind his chair

While I searched under rugs and everywhere,Unable longer to keep from sightHe called to me in sheer delight"Here I be, Grandpa, here I be,

Now I'll hide my eyes and you hide from me".Where are you going, Big Boy, Big Boy?

As he shouldered gun and discarded toy,"I go hunt a great big bear

With a long black tail and wooly hair;I kill him quick, fore he can fight

And kill him again so he can not bite;And I bring him back all alive to you,

And one for buddy and Grandma, too.Don't you be afraid and don't you run

Cause I kill him again with my great big gun."Where are you now, Big Boy, Big Boy?Are you playing yet with gun or toy,

Are you hiding there at the back of the chairOr hunting yet for the wooly bear?

You have changed with the years, Big Boy I knowFor to wisdom and manhood you, too, had to grow;

Yet I trust as a man you still find the childs joy,And know all it's blessings, Big Boy, Big Boy.

BRUCE"I'll be right back", he said to me,

And he took his toys and played that he Had gone to roam in distant lands

Where he, no doubt, conquered hostiles bandsOr sought the lion in his lair,

Nor knew a thought of fear or care.Then back he came and he laid his hoard

Of trophies down, like a gallant lord,And he said, "I back, Grandpa, you see,

I came right back, as I said I be"Then such tales of mighty deeds he told,

"Tould fill a volume with gems of goldJust to get that lisp and childish gleeAs he told those daring tales to me.Dear lad, in years to come, I pray,

Near your Grand-dad's knee you'll sometimes strayAnd recount again those exploits bold

Which have grown to fact since the first time told.And while you're there I'll hear you say,

As you did long ago, in childish play,"I be right back" then don't you see,

I be right back as I said I be".

BACK HOMEI've wondered to day from my old hillside home,And chosen you, path, where on I would roam.

O, pathway lead straight -, Oh pathway lead true -,And I'll follow your guiding the long journey thru.

Lead me, O path, to a land that is blestWith joy and contentment, with quiet and rest;

Where Nature still rules over woodland and dell,Where all of God's creatures in harmony dwell,

Where the brook murmers free past the moss covered banks,Where birds in the tree tops are caroling thanks,

Where hill, in proud grandeur, raises towering head,And rich verdant pastures the valley o'er spread.

Where the haze, on the hilltop, each sunset is blueAnd each hilltop unfolds a new wonderful view,

Of Dogwood and red bud and towering pine,Of moss covered crannies, o'er covered with vine,And paths, almost hidden, that follow each ridge.The brook in the valley with rustic lodge bridge,

And, pastures, knee deep, where bees softly humAnd the herds, in contentment, to browse daily come.

Where chattering squirrel in tree tops is heard,The coo of the dove and the call of the bird

Says that here, of all places, must abide peace and restAnd that this restful spot must be one God has blessed.

I've followed you, path, tho often I'd stray,And now we are nearing the end of the way,

Grown weary my feet, yet happy my lotFor I see we are nearing a well beloved spot.I see the loved hillsides, the vale and the dell

And know now, that here, peace and happiness dwell,Tho I've journeyed far and astray oft did roam,

For true peace and true rest, you have led me back home.

THE LIFE OF INNOCENCEThe innocent babe at his mother's breastIs a gift from heaven and Heaven blest,

No thought has he of future yearsWith their pains and sorrows and doubts and fears,

Nor does he know of the bitter costWe mortals have paid for that we have lost.

For we, too, were babes at our mother's knee -And no cherub in Heaven from guile was more free-.

Now, - we think of the babe with a sigh of regretAnd a thought of life's evils we fain would regret.

To see the babes face with wondering eyesIs to glimpse a lost Heaven or paradise.And yet, after reckoning all of the cost,

Would we give that we have for that we have lost?Would we trade our heart aches and bitter tears,

Our endless strivings and fruitless years,Would we trade the pleasures of forbidden ways

Or, Our hopes and aims of bygone days,Would we care to renounce what wisdom we

Have gained thru the years since Mother's knee?For what we have the babe has notAnd who can say his a better lot?

Wisdom, experience, joy, grief or pain,Hopes, disappointments, losses and gain.All these are ours, with a sigh for the past,

For hot, passionate love, too Eutopian to last,For friends made and lost, for good deeds well done,

For deeds we regret and for deeds best unsung.He that ne'er erred ne'er wise can be

For nought of evil knoweth he.The more of wisdom that we gain

The more we know of sin and shame,No sceptered crown can wisdom buy -

He needs must err, like you and I -Hoary seer, wise saint and all

To gain their wisdom had to fall."Tis wiser to err and err again

Than never have repentant been;And who can say that wisdoms cost

Is not rich reward for that we have lost?Yet, we look again at the babe and yearn

For something, we know not and never may learn.

EVENING TIMEWhen you pass the noonday on life's hi-way

And are facing the evening sunCan you look back o'er the years you've spent

And count each one well done?I dare to say you will find, like me,

Many years wasted and lostAnd that, when valued in what might have been

Will total a bitter cost.

THE LONE SENTINELThe old log house on the hillside

That in childhood was held so dear,Seems to glow anew in memoriesAs the Yule-Tide times draw near;It was humble, but oh so cheerful.

Filled with happiness, laughter and play;It was shelter from storm and sorrow

To all who might pass that way.It's happiness, warmth and shelter

Was welcome for all to share,And the stranger was bidden to enter

With "come in, and have a chair."The years have past and the old home

has moldered and passed away,Nought remains but the fireplace and chimney-

A sentinel, silent and grey;yet around, the old monument lingers

The halos of days long past,It's loves, it's joys and it's sorrows,

It's hopes, too utopian to last,And it seems that a soft whispered welcome

Is borns on each breath of the airTo the stranger who happens to linger,

To "Come in and have a chair."

MY LOVE FOR YOU

My love for you grows stronger each day.I've never know this could happen.The day you came into my life, everything change.Not only did God bring you to me,but he also brought me to you. Thank you for making me feel so special,no one have ever made me feel this way begore.I will always be greatfull that you cared so much,and always remember I love you with all my heart,when you need someone to lean on,I will be here...

POEMS OF LOVEFalling... falling..... falling.......into a deep hole...filled with blackness...and sorrow...everything seems hopeless...without any resolve...the littlest things hurt...and the biggest things numb...somehow nothing matters...and nothing will help...but you try...you give me a hand...but i wouldn't grasp it...you give me a rope...but i wouldn't tie it...you give me a parachute...but i won't open it...when it seemed you had nothing left...you gave me your love...and that stopped my fall...

Welcome to the beautiful world of love poems . . .*sigh* For you soft-hearted people . . .*smile* !

I know that time can never changethe love I have for you.....Except to make it deeper stillwith everything we do......In all my dreams of coming years,

you play the greatest part,For I know that time will neverchange the love within my heart.I wanted to make you smileI could of said I'll die for youOr walk a thousand milesThat may sound poeticBut never really sincere

It's hard to put into wordsWhat I feel "in here""In here" is where you areYou've been there from the startYou alone and no one elseBuried deep inside my heart.She's the kind of personwho makes you smile.You can't help butthink of her.When your down,the sight of her lifts your spirits.The sound of her voicegives you inspiration.When she's awayyou can't wait until she returns.You look forward to seeing herand if you don't, you cry.If she ever left,you know you would die.Every time I see your face and I hear your voice,It stirs up feelings inside that I've never felt before.Was it the words you said that made me feel this way?Maybe it was the touch of your hand and the smile on your face.I think I'm falling in love with you.

Is this love that I'm feeling inside?Is this love that is burning my heart,And keeping me up at night.Oh, Lord, I don't even know what to do.I think I'm falling in love with you.

I always lose control when your by my side.You have become the light of my life.I always enjoy the time I spend with you.Because nothing makes me feel the way you do.I think I'm falling in love with you.

You are my best friend and my only true love.I'm sure that you were sent from heaven above.Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.And our future is beginning to look so bright.I think I'm falling in love with you.I've had my share of ups and downsSo many of my dreams have diedBut I'll pick my spirits off the groundAnd give my hopes yet another try

I'd do it for you, you make my life worthwhileWhen I'm feeling blue, you're my reason to smileAnything for you, you're the one who caresAnd gives me the strength to face my fears

I've shared joy but this pain is my ownNo one truly knows how I feel insideIt's so easy to be sad and aloneBut I'll give my dreams one more try

I'd do it for you, you're always there for meWhen I'm trapped and confused, you set me freeAnything for you, without a reason whyI'd climb to heaven and pull stars from the sky

If you asked me to smile, I'd smile for youAlthough my world might be falling apartWhatever you asked, I would do for youAs long as there's a beat left in my heart

And though we may be miles and miles apartYou will always be right here beside meWe can't lose what we know in our heartsLove like this will last through eternityEven though you are so far,I can dream of where you are.When I look up to the sky,I can see into your eyes.I will stare off into space,And there I'll see your shining face.Then I look upon the ground,Even there, too, you are found.

It matters not what I do,All my thoughts are of you.I see you in the stars,Still I wonder where you are.

Dark, cool, blowing night air,Reminds me of your soft hair.Maybe it wasn't meant to be,Then why are you all I see?I can see you floating above,flying as graceful as a dove.

In the winter, when it snows,In the fall when the wind blows,Even during April showers,Your beauty exceeds the flowers.In the summer and on the sand,

You can be seen across the land.Today i learned a lessonthat will always be truesaying goodbye to someoneis the hardest thing to do

i've never felt a lossuntil i said goodbyei thought i was strongand i broke down and cried

never will i forgetthe times we hadthough the reflections are happyit makes me rather sad

the most brutal of mencries at the pasti only wish the good times would last

so i humor myselfi'd smile if i couldwhy can't things work out?because life isn't supposed to be that good . . .*sigh* Ok . . .it's enough for now *smile* ! I'll be adding more soon . . .

ove Poem Once again I'm alone with a bottle of wine Let the truth be said from the bottom of a bottle of red A broken heart will mend with time Better the Devil you know than the Devil you wed.

ACROSS THE MILES

I think of you so many timesand wish with all my heartThat I could reach across the milesthat keep us far apartAnd somehow just communicatethe things I'd like to sayIf I were standing close to youinstead of far away.

Helen Steiner Rice

Memories You are the kind of person who leaves lovely memories behind Of goodness and sweetness and beauty that glow from the face, heart, and mind Helen Steiner Rice

IF I COULD TELL YOU

It's such a quiet, lovely thing, it doesn't ask for much.It isn't untamed longing that cries for passion's touch.It's not built upon the quicksand of a pair of lips and arms,For only false foundations are raised on physical charms.I wish that I could tell you and this thing I feel,It's intangible like gossamer, but like a hoop of steelIt binds me very close to you and opens up the doorTo more real, deep contentment than I've ever known before.You see, your music reaches beyond where words dare pass.It's like a soul's communion or a sacred, holy mass.It's something indefinable, like a sea and sky and sodIt might just be enchantment, but I like to think it's God.

Helen Steiner Rice

Letters Written

Never Meaning To Send

Forget Me Not

Our new found love was exciting and fun We shared ourselves, telling of all we'd done. In our closeness our lives were fused together. With a promise to remain together forever. But I realized, as we grew with time, That you could never be fully mine. Our lives were to different in the past Our future together would never last Now I know we must lead our lives apart While keeping fond memories close to heart. Please treasure our love with each passing day It helped us to grow in a special way Like the tiny flower that wilts and dies My fading love for you also cries, Forget me not. Remember me always with smiles and gladness Regret not our meeting with tears and sadness. For if you feel sad at times of recall, I'd rather you remember me, Never at all Liz Diekman September 22, 1986

HEART to HEART By David Pedraza <mailto:dafra@bellsouth.net>How long must I have to wait before you realize

The love I have for you, my sweet, is right before your eyes.This heart that beats inside of me, which I thought I seemed to own

Is bound to you eternally, by a supernatural hold.You just don't seem to realize this fragil heart of mine,You hold it in your tender hands, until the end of time.

As long as you persistently deceive your heart and mind,Our love will never see as one, but remain forever blind.

So give to me your mind and soul and share with me your Heart.And I will share My universe so that we may never part.

Love AboundsBy Hilda Holkon <http://members.aol.com/hil1008/index.html>

"There are loves that wonder what love doesThere are loves that heal the way love healsThere are loves that hurt and cry and burn

The way love hurts and cries and burnsThere are loves that move all loves aside

There are loves that shout louder than loveThere are loves that long the way love longs

There are loves that sway the way love swaysThere are loves that feel love's endless pain

There are loves that scar in every woundThere are loves that tear each rip again

There are loves that sow each patch with loveThere are loves that each succumbs to love

In their own real lovely wayBut there is only one you

Feeling all of this love

And there is only one meand there is only One Love

BURN ME..

If you don't want me to see you,my love, burn my eyes.If you don't want me to kiss you,my love, burn my lipseven though, without eyes, I will see youas well as without lips, I will kiss you.

Never ending love by Anonymous - 1997 I sit here thinking of you I see your eyes, so shiny and true. Your touch so soft, your words so kind I wish these moments would forever stay on my mind. The days together, the nights on the phone Believe me, my love for you is far from gone. It is still afresh, still burning with desire I want to touch you and make you smile. Oh, if you just could see inside my heart, you would discover that I am breaking apart. I crave for your presence and your warmth near me you make me cry and I want to flee. Not loving you would be a crime I would give anything to make you mine.

I Don't Suppose Raindrops

I Don't Suppose Raindrops will ever replace the sound of small feet

Nor sunflowersTheir tiny crowns

All the dust has gathered itself and settled on your heart and there is no correct combination

No key

No question

That will deliver them once more to your sideFor she has already decided:No answers will be given

by King

Romance Romance, who loves to nod and sing,

With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been- a most familiar bird- Taught me my alphabet to say- To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky. And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away- forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.A Valentine For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure Divine- a talisman- an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- The words- the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too, Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando- Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.Edgar Allan Poe

Serenata Federico García Lorca The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The branches die of love. Naked the night sings above the bridges of March.

Lolita bathes her body with salt water and roses. The branches die of love. The night of anise and silver shines over the rooftops. Silver of streams and mirrors Anise of your white thighs. The branches die of love.

Gacela of Unforseen Love Federico García Lorca

No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of love between your teeth. A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep in the plaza with moon of your forehead, while through four nights I embraced your waist, enemy of the snow. Between plaster and jasmins, your glance was a pale branch of seeds. I sought in my heart to give you the ivory letters that say "siempre", "siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony, your body elusive always, that blood of your veins in my mouth, your mouth already lightless for my death.

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~ ME, YOU, US ~

My light was nearly outWhen you came along,My world was so lonelyWith no smiles or songs.

I lay shattered and broken,Unable to heal,My days a blurAnd seeming unreal,As day turned to night andBack into day,

I felt my lifeWould always stay this way.

And then I saw you,So handsome you are,With lovely eyes andA soft warm heart.

Your nature is suchThat I have never seen,A loving soulful personFrom my dreams...

You have re lit my lifeMy heart, and my soul.Alone we are oneBut together we are whole.

Your love flows around meAnd your light shines through,I know that life will be heaven with you.Our love is so right, sensual and warmTogether we are happy, but apart we mourn.

My passion for you runs deep and true,Your thoughts, your touch I really need so much,Your eyes so soft, a voice so polite,And everyday I know this love is right.

Our journey has begun into a life so new,Anything is possible now that I Love you.Together we will move our worries awayBecause our Love increases with each new day.

And as our hearts follow this path set down,I thank Heaven above for you and our LoveBut most of all...Because we have now become US!

Lorraine Fairleigh 1998 (C)

~ I Love You ~

I love you not only for what you are,but for what I am when I am with you.I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,but for what you are making of me.I love you for the part of me that you bring out.I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart,and passing over all the foolish & frivolous & weak thingswhich you cannot help dimly see there, and for drawingout into the light all the beautiful, radiant belongingsthat no one else had looked quite far enough to find.I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fooland weakling in me, and for laying firm hold on thepossibilities of good in me.

I love you for closing your eyes to the discords in me,and for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumbar of my life not a tavern but a Temple, and of thewords of my every day not a reproach but a song.I love you because you have done more than any creed couldhave done to make me good, and more than any could havedone to make me happy.You have done it just by being yourself.Perhaps that is what being a friend means after all.Love is a symbol of eternity.It wipes our all sense of time, destroying all memoryof a beginning and fear of an end.

From PDB July '97

~ Since You Came Into My Life ~

They say that nobody is perfectBut God knows you are perfect for meIt's heaven on EarthBeing held in your armsThat's where I'll always want to be

Ever since you've been in my lifeYou have made me feel devineYou're heaven sent, and it is my intent To be with you till the end of time

You're my guardian angelYou're the one for me it's trueI thank God above for your sweet loveCause heaven's with me when I'm with you

They say love won't last foreverBut I know in my heart that's not trueCall it destiny or fate, or whatever you wishI was meant to spend a lifetime with you

(C)BKJ 8/96

~ Missing You ~

It's raining again today, my loveIn the sky as well as in my heart.Tears keep pouring from my eyesLike the rain from the skiesI am so sad that we have to be apart.

Times have been bad for me, my loveAnd I need your touch night and dayI need you hereTo kiss away these tearsTo have and hold for always.

It's so hard for me to understand, my love

Why the same fate that brought you too meIs keeping us apartWhen we know in our heartsThat our love is our destiny.

Please find your way to me soon, my loveI need you to be with meSome how, Some waySome where, SomedayBecause our love was always meant to be.

(C) BKJ 3/5/97

~ Wondering ~

Last night I stood and looked at the starsFeeling sad for the hand I'd been dealtThen I wondered if someone else, somewhereWas feeling the same way I felt.

Could there be someone out there made only for meWho knew the same loneliness and painAnd wanted someone as badly as I didTo make them feeled loved again.

Could someone out there truly love meHeart, body, soul and mindWho could stand by me no matter what happenedAnd always be tender and kind.

Was there someone else out there, at that very same momentWishing on the same star as mineTo find a love so strong and trueThat would, nod doubt, outlast time.

The questions continued to flood my soulAs I looked with longing to the skyHoping and dreaming that love would find me one dayAnd dare not pass me by. (c) BKJ 2-22-97

~ Love ~

Love has been the subject for centuriesOf great poetry, stories and playsAnd songwriters have given us melodies of loveThat will be with us now and for always.

But love is more than a fairy taleIt's more than Knights riding off into the sunsetThere's much more to love than these great minds have told usThings we should take care to never ever forget.

Love means always saying you're sorryGiving an inch when you had rather take a mile

It means taking the time to listen and to shareWhen you'd rather be far, far away for a while.

Love means thinking always of someoneWith every choice that you makeYou consider their thoughts and their feelingsWhen deciding just which road to take.

Love means always uplifting someoneAnd encouraging them each step of the wayLife's journey is often too difficultWhen times are tough we need someone who'll stay.

When you love someone, cling to them tightlyAnd in each other you will bring out the bestWhen you find someone to share your life withLove means cherishing them above all the rest.

(c)BKJ 2-21-97

LOVE ~

I love you,Not only for what you are,But for what I amWhen I am with you.

I love you,Not only for whatYou have made of yourself,But for whatYou are making of me.

I love youFor the part of meThat you bring out;I love youFor putting your handInto my heaped-up heartAnd passing overAll the foolish, weak thingsThat you can't helpDimly seeing there,And for drawing outInto the lightAll the beautiful belongingsThat no one else had lookedQuite far enough to find.

I love you because youAre helping me to makeOf the lumber of my lifeNot a tavernBut a temple;Out of the worksOf my every day

Not a reproachBut a song.

I love youBecause you have doneMore than any creedCould have doneTo make me good,And more than any fateCould have doneTo make me happy.

You have done itWithout a touchWithout a word,Without a sign.You have done itBy being yourself.Perhaps that is whatBeing a friend means,After all.

by RoyCroft

After all.

by RoyCroft

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~ IF YOU BUT KNEW ~

If you but knewHow all my days seemed filled with dreams of you,How sometimes in the silent nightYour eyes thrill through me with their tender light,How oft I hear your voice when others speak,How you 'mid other forms I seek-Oh, love more real than though such dreams were trueIf you but knew.

Could you but guessHow you alone make all my happiness,How I am more than willing for your sakeTo stand alone, give all and nothing take,Nor chafe to think you bound while I am free,

Quite free, till death, to love you silently,Could you but guess.

Could you but learnHow when you doubt my truth I sadly yearnTo tell you all, to stand for one brief spaceUnfettered, soul to soul, as face to face,To crown you king, my king, till life shall end,My lover and likewise my truest friend,Would you love me, dearest, as fondly in return,Could you but learn?

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~ YOU AND I ~

My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call.I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer; Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all.I droop without your full, frank sympathy; We ought to be together-you and I;We want each other so, to comprehend the dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought.Companion, comforther and guide and friend, As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought.Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly, We ought to be together, you and I.

by Henry Alford