Do it first.
Then you will be more
Confident in saying “I do.”
Because you will know
What to expect.
Do it first.
Then you will be more
Confident in saying “I do.”
Because you will know
What to expect.
There were those who never found love, my darling,
Who opposed our union and pronounced every evil wish,
One after another – upon us.
But O my, we would laugh.
It all adds up to the madness of love.
The smile in your face wakes me
From life’s terrible nightmares.
Your voice and touch, so gentle but electrifying.
We would hold each other tight – laughter and whispers.
In the morning we will sit by the sea – half nude.
And watch the passing flock of swans across the yellow glowing sun.
We would drink cheap wine to celebrate our new found love.
Those who are still sane and therefore single,
They will be consumed by their narcissism.
Love puts a check on self-love.
I see you.
In the midst of thousands of sayers,
I see you.
I only pretend I am not looking but
I see you.
You speak of homes and pools and flowers.
You speak of pain, sorrow and disappointments.
Still, you shine like a diamond.
I just don’t know what to say to you;
(I enjoy your photos).
Maybe we can begin with a dialogue
And see where the road leads.
No one can compete with you
For my attention.
image source: http://la-chapeliere-folle.deviantart.com/
O! gods of the oceans,
Wilt thou separate me from love?
O darling, my soul is yours,
And If only I have wings
As that of gulls,
I will be with you…always.
Night lay upon my eyelids,
About my lips earth clave;
With stony heart and forehead
I lay within my grave.
How long I cannot reckon,
I slept in that strait bed;
I woke and heard distinctly
A knocking overhead.
“Wilt thou not rise, my Henry?
The eternal dawn is here;
The dead have re-arisen,
Immortal bliss is near.”
“I cannot rise, my darling,
I am blinded to the day.
Mine eyes with tears, thou knowest,
Have wept themselves away.”
“Oh, I will kiss them, Henry,
Kiss from thine eyes the night.
Thou shalt behold the angels
And the celestial light.”
“I cannot rise, my darling,
My blood is still outpoured
Where thou didst wound my heart once
With sharp and cruel word.”
“I’ll lay my hand, dear Henry,
Upon thy heart again.
Then shall it cease from bleeding.
And stilled shall be its pain.”
“I cannot rise, my darling,
My head is bleeding–see!
I shot myself, thou knowest,
When thou wast reft from me.”
“Oh, with my hair, dear Henry,
I’ll staunch the cruel wound,
And press the blood-stream backward;
Thou shalt be whole and sound.”
So kind, so sweet she wooed me,
I could not say her nay;
I tried to rise and follow,
And clasp my loving may.
Then all my wounds burst open,
From head and breast outbreak
The gushing blood in torrents–
And lo, I am awake!
–Heinrich Heine
“No one can hurt you now”: http://la-chapeliere-folle.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=72
In most cases,
The person you are madly in love with
Is not likely to feel anything for you.
On the other hand,
The person you don’t find attractive –
Whom you hardly notice.
That’s the one willing to die with you.
Love, really, is a very strange thing.
And it often comes with some tragedy –
You remember Romeo and Juliet, don’t you?
Perhaps that’s why the heart beats faster
And the throat tightens and we tremble.
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N: I read this somewhere and I think it worked for me: “Love is the affinity experienced between two people who are naturally able and willing to tune into one another’s emotional, intellectual, and physical states – and respond to them in a nurturing and a stimulating way.“
The best way to teach someone
How to love is to love him or her.
It is interesting….
When was the last time you heard someone
Tell her husband or indeed his wife,
“Hey! you are not loving me enough.”
People don’t normally say that,
But you can tell they are hurting inside.
We all yearn for love
But no one asks for more love
Because the pain is greater
When denied.
And maybe many people have chosen
Singlehood because they
Are not brave enough to
Risk loving others.
Love sees everything.
But it is interested in that which feels good.
So love is not blind as is popularly believed. Love sees.
There was a rich but ill-mannered young man
And a poor but beautiful well-behaved girl.
When they fell in love, you couldn’t tell
They came from two different worlds.
But he knew she was poor and
She knew he was ill-mannered.
Love is not blind. Love sees!
N: See my other poems here: http://www.kalaharireview.com/fictionpoetry/2013/12/2/little-wall-gecko-others.html