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Love is the only flower
that grows and blossoms without
the aid of seasons.
Kahlil Gibran
What my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its bough more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
High thoughts and noble in all lands
Help me; my soul is fed by such.
But ah, the touch of lips and hands~
Warm, vital, close, life's symbols dear,~
These need I most, and now, and here.
~Richard Burton
Because you love me, I have found
New joys that were not mine before;
New stars have lightened up my sky
With glories growing more and more.
Because you love me I can rise
To the heights of fame and realms of power;
Because you love me I may learn
The highest use of every hour.
Because you love me I can choose
To look through your dear eyes and see
Beyond the beauty of the Now
Far onward to Eternity.
Because you love me I can wait
With perfect patience well possessed;
Because you love me all my life
Is circled with unquestioned rest;
Yes, even Life and even Death
is all unquestioned and all blest.
Pall Mall Magazine
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.
Jeremy Taylor
Those Who Love
Who has learned to truly love
Has eyes that are not blind,
And lips forever slow to say
A word that is unkind,
Turns sadness into sweetness,
With fingers that can blend
A shadow into sunlight,
And a song into the wind.
Who has learned to truly love
Keeps Summer in his heart,
Can meet with truth and counterfeit,
And tell the two apart,
Turns every precious hour,
Worth all its weight in gold,
into a lasting arc that makes
A rainbow in his soul.
Who has learned to truly love
Can bend and never break,
Give everything within him,
And never wish to take,
Can see a silver lining
In every cloud above,
Blaze trails through stars
to light the years,
...The hearts that truly love.
Grace E. Easley
When I first saw you,
I knew that you would be,
What I would forever see.
When I first touched you,
I knew that you would be,
What I would forever feel.
When I first loved you,
I knew that you would be,
What I would forever adore.
~Laverne
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