All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Light tomorrow with today!
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
A Mother’s love is something that no one can explain, It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it or take that love away.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Rest in reason. Move in Passion.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.