IDOL HANDS...

I was busy while you were gone...with no one to talk to I had to do something...and as they say idol hands are the devils tool. Beth you have seen your picture before but in my mind it is the perfect picture to express your spirit.

Clytie girlfriend...well finding paintings from this point of view isn't easy but I think this one is pretty good.

I would be more then happy to work with your beautiful face if you would just turn around.

HALLELUJAH!!!...

IT WORKS!!!

HAPPY VALENTINES LOVER...

Between me and the world
You are a bay, a sail
The faithful ends of a rope
You are a fountain, a wind
A shrill childhood cry

Between me and the world
You are a picture frame, a window
A field covered with wild flowers
You are a breath, a bed
A night that keeps the stars company

Between me and the world
You are a calendar, a compass
A ray of light that slips through the gloom
You are a biographical sketch, a bookmark
A preface that comes at the end

Between me and the world
You are a gauze curtain, a mist
A lamp shining into my dreams
You are a bamboo flute, a song without words
A closed eyelid carved in stone
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by Bei Dao

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This poem is dedicated to my dear sweet husband...my best friend and lover for over forty years. We are truly Yin and Yang. It's like they said in Jerry Maguire "You complete me."

HAPPY VALENTINES DENN

Your still the one

and I Love you more...

DREAM ON...

“…He had no breath or being but hers,
She was his voice; he did not speak to her.
But tremble on her words; she was his sight.
For his eyes followed hers, and saw hers,
Which colored all his objects - he had ceased
To live within himself; she was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts….”

~
The Dream by Lord Byron

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The guy was a scallywag but mercy he could write the verse couldn't he.

GIVE ME TRUE LOVE...

Have I Given you a Valentine Lately

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I don't believe in Valentines,

they are young and vulnerable

and hopelessly old fashion.

Valentines are for

sentimental sentimentalists,

romantic romantics,

and those who still believe in

happy endings

I am at the point in life where

I know how the story ends

And when the nights grow cold,

and so I do not expect

Lace slips,

Surprise trips,

Cherry flips,

or tender little poems

because it is That day.

Instead I want my Valentines

at unexpected times.

I want to know what you think of me in

Mid-May, March, and June.

For I believe,

My dear,

One day a year is not enough for love.

~

Lois Wyse

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My sentiments exactly...I find holidays like Valentines Day and Mothers Day annoying because I don't enjoy receiving obligatory gifts. That is exactly what holidays have been turned in to by retail and advertising...occasions where the men in our lives feel obligated to buy us gifts...(through fear and coercion LOL) I would much rather receive a heartfelt dandelion on any day of the year then the mandatory dozen red roses for Valentines...tell me how you feel.

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY...

art by Walter Crane


She 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.
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by Lord Byron
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How would it be to inspire such a beautiful expression of love...

Of course if Byron were around today he'd probably belong to some rap group...yo mama mama cutetay...I love your boottay...so get it on and do your dootay.

Ahh so romantic be still my beating heart.

TO LOVE...

To love a person is to learn the song
That is in their heart,
And to sing it to them
When they have forgotten.

THE FIRE OF LOVE...

His love was passions essence - as a tree
On fire by lighting; with ethereal flame
Kindled he was, and blasted; for to be
Thus, and enamoured, were in him the same.
Lord Byron

SOME DAYS I JUST LOSE MY HEAD...

art by DSW 10

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And think not you can
Direct the course of love,
For love,
If it finds you worthy,
Directs your course.

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by Gibran Kahlil Gibran

BLAME IT ON YOUR LYIN CHEATIN HEART...

You've got a thing or two to learn about me baby
'Cause I ain't taking it no more and I don't mean maybe
You don't know right from wrong
Well the love we had is gone
So blame it on your lying, cheating, cold deadbeating,
Two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart

Well all I wanted was to be your one and only
And all I ever got from you was being lonely
Now that dream is laid to rest
'Cause you have failed the test
So blame it on your lying, cheating, cold deadbeating,
Two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart...

~

Patti Loveless

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I love this song especially the last stanza the cadence of the words is just great.

LOVE IS A WONDERFUL THING...

Love is a wonderful thing.
You never have to take it away
From one person to give it to another.
There's always more than enough to go around.

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by Pamela de Roy

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Isn't love wonderful...the more you give the more you have. What else can you give away and still have more.

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P.S. Please say a prayer for Beth and Clytie their father had a stroke yesterday and they need our prayers...thank you.

MY TRUE LOVE...

My true love hath my heart and I have his

My true love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for another given;
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
My heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

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by Sir Philip Sidney

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Verrry interesting...okay is he gay, trans or confused?

SAD BUT TRUE...

artist unknown

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"I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything."

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Oscar Wilde

THE INCOMPARABLE BYRON...

“…By day or night, in weal or woe, that heart, no longer free,
Must bear the love it cannot show and silent ache for thee…”

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On Parting by Lord Byron

A MONTH OF LOVE...

LOVE
Sometimes it’s a guppy,
Sometimes it’s a slug,
Sometimes it’s a piece of cheese,
Dancing on the rug.
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I love this rhyme it describes love to perfection...it's something different to every person. I wish I knew who wrote it.