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| Fraternal love (Prehispanic sculpture from 250–900 AD, of Huastec origin). Museum of Anthropology in Xalapa, Veracruz, Mexico |
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets,
how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald
― Zelda Fitzgerald
“I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me,
'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is:
Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”
“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone,
it has to be made, like bread; remade
all the time, made new.”
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"Ai," the traditional Chinese character
for love (愛) consists of a heart (心, middle) inside of "accept," "feel," or "perceive," (受) which shows a graceful emotion. It can also be interpreted as a hand offering one's heart to another hand. |
Midweek Motif ~ Love
Would we be poets and never speak of love?
Yesterday some of us celebrated Valentine's Day.
I celebrated my BFF's birthday. She collects Birthday/Valentine cards, but so few are made that I rarely find one.
But LOVE! Is that rare too?
Can we celebrate it daily? What do you wish
you had said to someone yesterday?
Your Challenge: Deeply and with a few pointed words, speak of love in a new poem.
Comment by Dorothy Parker
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
she holds his hand with her other hand,or rather lets it rest on top of his,which is permanently clenched shut.When he turns his head away, she reachesaround and puts in the spoonful blind.He will not accept the next morseluntil he has completely chewed this one.His bright squint tells her he findsthe shrimp she has just put in delicious.Next to the voice and touch of those we love,food may be our last pleasure on earth—. . . .(Read the rest HERE.)💗
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.
Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all.
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Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.
Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all.
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