Depth of Love; Height of Joy.... power of word

[Liamson]

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-W. Shakespeare Sonnet 116.


If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

-Christopher Brennan.

Is there any poetry which you would like to share?

 

[Jullianna]

[SIZE=+1]SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)[/SIZE]

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[/SIZE]HE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

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[Liz01]

"If You Tell Me To Come" - Amado Nervo

"If you tell me to come, I'll leave everything...
And not even look back at my beloved.
But say it brusquely, so that like reveille,
Your voice will pierce my soul's most intimate redoubt,
Raise it from the mud, and wound it like a sword.
If you tell me to come, I'll leave everything...
Arriving at your sanctuary, an old man,
I will compensate you for my lateness
By spreading my essence, Oh Christ! before your altar,
Like the soft perfume of the tube rose."