POEMS 2.

I Love You
I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hari when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold calm kiss
Of a virgin's bloodless love;
Not for me the saint's white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world's blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we'll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love
Love Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

           
Love, that outreaches to the humblest things;
Work that is glad, in what it does and brings;
And faith that soars upon unwearied wings.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.
Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.
     


I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale as deadly pale,
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start –
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

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 and frivolous and weak things which you cannot help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful, radiant belongings, that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.

I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool and weakling in me, and for laying firm hold on the possibilities 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 lumber of my life not a tavern but a Temple, and of the words of my every day not a reproach but a song.

I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy. You have done it just by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means after all.



My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant Poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole World on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced.

Unless the giddy Heaven fall,
And Earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the World should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.

As lines so Love oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind
But Fate so enviously debars
Is the conjunction of the Mind,
And opposition of the Stars.



Love is like a butterfly
in so many, many ways.
It brings a bit of sunshine
even on gloomy days.

It makes our souls feel lighter
just to know it's there
And gives our spirits wings,
as if floating in the air.

It carries us to places
that we never knew before
And comes in many sizes,
shapes and hues galore.

Once we've seen it,
we wish to hold onto it so tight
But like a frail butterfly,
we must allow it free flight,

For if we should try
to cage it up
and hold it in a pen,
We'll surely crush its wings,
and it'll never fly again.

To keep that love glowing
in our hearts each day,
We must remember
always to give some of it away.

Every little bit we give
to someone else to share
Comes back tenfold,
and we've so much to spare.

Put your love
on gossamer wings,
and give it flight;
It will return to you,
and bring you much delight.





Love's Nocturn

Master of the murmuring courts
Where the shapes of sleep convene!
Lo! my spirit here exhorts
All the powers of thy demesne
For their aid to woo my queen.
What reports
Yield thy jealous courts unseen?

Vaporous, unaccountable,
Dreamland lies forlorn of light,
Hollow like a breathing shell.
Ah! that from all dreams I might
Choose one dream and guide its flight!
I know well
What her sleep should tell to-night.

There the dreams are multitudes:
Some that will not wait for sleep,
Deep within the August woods;
Some that hum while rest may steep
Weary labour laid a-heap;
Interludes,
Some, of grievous moods that weep.

Poets' fancies all are there:
There the elf-girls flood with wings
Valleys full of plaintive air;
There breathe perfumes; there in rings
Whirl the foam-bewildered springs;
Siren there
Winds her dizzy hair and sings.

Thence the one dream mutually
Dreamed in bridal unison,
Less than waking ecstasy;
Half-formed visions that make moan
In the house of birth alone;
And what we
At death's wicket see, unknown.

But for mine own sleep, it lies
In one gracious form's control,
Fair with honourable eyes,
Lamps of a translucent soul:
O their glance is loftiest dole,
Sweet and wise,
Wherein Love descries his goal.

Reft of her, my dreams are all
Clammy trance that fears the sky:
Changing footpaths shift and fall;
From polluted coverts nigh,
Miserable phantoms sigh;
Quakes the pall,
And the funeral goes by.

Master, is it soothly said
That, as echoes of man's speech
Far in secret clefts are made,
So do all men's bodies reach
Shadows o'er thy sunken beach,-
Shape or shade
In those halls pourtrayed of each?

Ah! might I, by thy good grace
Groping in the windy stair,
(Darkness and the breath of space
Like loud waters everywhere,)
Meeting mine own image there
Face to face,
Send it from that place to her!

Nay, not I; but oh! do thou,
Master, from thy shadowkind
Call my body's phantom now:
Bid it bear its face declin'd
Till its flight her slumbers find,
And her brow
Feel its presence bow like wind.

Where in groves the gracile Spring
Trembles, with mute orison
Confidently strengthening,
Water's voice and wind's as one
Shed an echo in the sun.
Soft as Spring,
Master, bid it sing and moan.

Song shall tell how glad and strong
Is the night she soothes alway;
Moan shall grieve with that parched tongue
Of the brazen hours of day:
Sounds as of the springtide they,
Moan and song,
While the chill months long for May.

Not the prayers which with all leave
The world's fluent woes prefer,-
Not the praise the world doth give,
Dulcet fulsome whisperer;-
Let it yield my love to her,
And achieve
Strength that shall not grieve or err.

Wheresoe'er my dreams befall,
Both at night-watch, (let it say,)
And where round the sundial
The reluctant hours of day,
Heartless, hopeless of their way,
Rest and call;-
There her glance doth fall and stay.

Suddenly her face is there:
So do mounting vapours wreathe
Subtle-scented transports where
The black firwood sets its teeth.
Part the boughs and look beneath,-
Lilies share
Secret waters there, and breathe.

Master, bid my shadow bend
Whispering thus till birth of light,
Lest new shapes that sleep may send
Scatter all its work to flight;-
Master, master of the night,
Bid it spend
Speech, song, prayer, and end aright.

Yet, ah me! if at her head
There another phantom lean
Murmuring o'er the fragrant bed,-
Ah! and if my spirit's queen
Smile those alien prayers between,-
Ah! poor shade!
Shall it strive, or fade unseen?

How should love's own messenger
Strive with love and be love's foe?
Master, nay! If thus, in her,
Sleep a wedded heart should show,-
Silent let mine image go,
Its old share
Of thy spell-bound air to know.

Like a vapour wan and mute,
Like a flame, so let it pass;
One low sigh across her lute,
One dull breath against her glass;
And to my sad soul, alas!
One salute
Cold as when Death's foot shall pass.

Then, too, let all hopes of mine,
All vain hopes by night and day,
Slowly at thy summoning sign
Rise up pallid and obey.
Dreams, if this is thus, were they:-
Be they thine,
And to dreamworld pine away.

Yet from old time, life, not death,
Master, in thy rule is rife:
Lo! through thee, with mingling breath,
Adam woke beside his wife.
O Love bring me so, for strife,
Force and faith,
Bring me so not death but life!

Yea, to Love himself is pour'd
This frail song of hope and fear.
Thou art Love, of one accord
With kind Sleep to bring her near,
Still-eyed, deep-eyed, ah how dear.
Master, Lord,
In her name implor'd, O hear!




Before I Loved You

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
Tunnels where the moon lived,
Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',
Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,
Fallen abandoned, and decayed:
Inconceivably alien, it all

Belonged to someone else - to no one:
Till your beauty and your poverty
Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.



A Magic Moment I Remember

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.



The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose- it screeched!

Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-
I was afraid and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort-
And you were gone! Cold as the dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter-
Ah, it is good to feel you there.



From The Heart

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A love letter to the love of my life from the heart:

"They" say there is no such thing as LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT! Who are "they"? I have never met "they", "they" have no other names but "they". Why are "they" considered such experts, when there are no faces or names, just "they"! "They" do not know what" they" are missing! Who needs opinions of "they" that do not exist, except in opinion polls!

Were "they" there the day you walked in to my work place? All you wanted was a cup of coffee with light cream. You got your coffee, my heart, and my undying love. Why? You were not handsome, just a big bull of a very masculine man, with a craggy face, nice, strong mouth, square chin, bright blue hooded eyes and sandy brown nondescript hair. Big burly chest, six feet tall, beautiful hands, the strong silent type. The whole package swept me off my feet! You knocked my world right out of orbit.

I did not think you really even noticed me! We exchanged the usual waitress, customer small talk; you drank your coffee, paid, tipped me and left. Boy! Was that the emptiest place in the world when that door closed?

I learned you were a regular, you owned the business right next door! I had just started the job and did not know the routine or customers yet. I discretely asked about you. (HAH! Everyone knew exactly how I felt; I wore it on my face and in my voice!)

I learned your name was Timothy and horror of horrors; you were "Married with Children!" Oh, broken heart stop hurting, leave me alone!

I had to learn to keep it casual, not to jump every time you came in, which was often through the day! I needed the job, but I seriously thought about quitting, but I could not bear not being in your world! I stayed and suffered not so gracefully.

Then, one day, your wife came in with you! She was exquisitely dressed, and knock out pretty, well built woman. She was so vivacious and vibrant; no way could I ever compete with that, even if I had a thought of doing so!

One night I went to go home and I had a flat tire. I had no jack, so I went back into work to get help, and there you sat, my heart really skipped a beat. I said I had a flat and you were my knight with the shiny jack! You changed my tire, I thanked you, and oh my, you asked me to have a drink with you! I know I should have said no, but I could not, just a quick drink and then, goodbye!

We had our drink and you told me your wife had left you and your children, and moved to California. All you really wanted, at that time was someone to talk to, and so, I listened. We parted and I went home feeling so sad for you.

Time passed, then, you asked me to dinner. Oh glory of glories; I was going on a date with you! It was wonderful, a beautiful restaurant, a fine meal, anddancing. I almost fainted in your arms, on the dance floor! You took me home, no kiss goodnight just a hug and handshake. It was wonderful; I was floating on air with love for days!

Time passed, we (for YOU) casually dated, never even kissed goodnight! We were just good friends. (YAH sure, that is just what I wanted, YOU as a friend, I am dying here with passion! HELP ME!)

Finally, you divorced your wife, and you were busy settling your kids down to life alone. We got together occasionally; I was working three jobs, so time together was short and precious.

Then, one wondrous night, we went on a real date. It was divine and it ended in a beautiful romantic night of love and passion. I had no idea you felt that way about me, I knew what I FELT!

A week later, you told me you were in love with me, and asked me to move in with you and be a family! My hearts desire, my heart almost burst with love!

We had an interesting challenging, passionate life. Life wasn’t easy. Merging ourselves was difficult, but never boring.

Then, one night you left me! Oh the pain, the sorrow, the loneliness! We were lying in bed talking, you had not been feeling good, and wanted to just lay and talk. I got up to go to the bathroom, heard two grunts coming from you, and rushed in to see you turning blue! I did mouth to mouth, beat on your chest to revive your heart, praying you would wake up and bop me for pounding on you! You did not. I called an ambulance, and 24 hours later, in a hospital room, hooked to a respirator, filled with family and friends, love of my life, you left me! This was not unexpected, certainly not wanted, but there were 25 years difference between us in our ages.

A month later, you came to visit me! You walked through the living room, looked at me, your loving eyes saying goodbye, (we had not been able to say our goodbyes when you were in hospital. I said goodbye, and you never woke again) you turned and disappeared. I know it was you and not a night vision! Our poodles, Jewely and Mickey, danced around you with joy at seeing you. They barked and pranced, then whined sadly when you disappeared! The dogs were my witness. The memory will forever be imprinted in my heart and memory!

You still visit me in my dreams, you are always in a different place and I have to look for you. Then when I find you, you look at me with love and disappear again.

I look forward to these visits, I do not mourn you. I just still love and remember you. I know that one day we will continue our love's journey again, I long for it beloved.

Until then, LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY PASSIONATE LOVER, I encapsulate you in my heart and my memory and my dreams with love!

Your ardent lover,