Sonnet 43 from Sonnets from the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1850)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1850)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Sonnet 116
William Shakespeare (1609)
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 wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height 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.
William Shakespeare (1609)
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 wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height 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.
The Heartbreak Kid
by Lloydene F Hill
A little something for a young man I know, who I think is very special
and quite overwhelmed by his life at the moment.
Without stepping over boundaries, without breaking mores, I watch
your life unfold, knowing the heartbreak in store.
You seem so young, so vulnerable, so real. Mistakes that you've made
have caused you much pain to feel.
The love you shared is now no more, there is no place for her to show
you, except for the door. So you run, and I think, not wanting to really,
to the one who helped you to cross those lines and now, who, makes
you feel needy.
Little ones, eyes wet with the tears of anger, misunderstanding, and lost
years. The way this all works out makes life so horrible and demanding.
This will pass, you know it will. You must move past this heartbreak,
there is no more thrill. One pain at a time, and wonder whether or not
you'll survive, but yet you somehow know you will.
I beg you, do not fall off the abyss of despair, because another mistake
you'll make, and with this one you'll have no life to spare, and just
remember always that there still someone who cares.
No more will I belabor points you have come to know, for soon my
friend it will be time your time to show.
So I'll end this now in the midst of your mental dawn. It can be your
time now, so try, be wise, and be no person's pawn.
Remember, reflect and learn from the defeat of what you did. And
should you ever need me, my counsel, or just to be your Id; I'll be there
for you, as friend, and voice of reason, my blessed Heartbreak Kid.
by Lloydene F Hill
A little something for a young man I know, who I think is very special
and quite overwhelmed by his life at the moment.
Without stepping over boundaries, without breaking mores, I watch
your life unfold, knowing the heartbreak in store.
You seem so young, so vulnerable, so real. Mistakes that you've made
have caused you much pain to feel.
The love you shared is now no more, there is no place for her to show
you, except for the door. So you run, and I think, not wanting to really,
to the one who helped you to cross those lines and now, who, makes
you feel needy.
Little ones, eyes wet with the tears of anger, misunderstanding, and lost
years. The way this all works out makes life so horrible and demanding.
This will pass, you know it will. You must move past this heartbreak,
there is no more thrill. One pain at a time, and wonder whether or not
you'll survive, but yet you somehow know you will.
I beg you, do not fall off the abyss of despair, because another mistake
you'll make, and with this one you'll have no life to spare, and just
remember always that there still someone who cares.
No more will I belabor points you have come to know, for soon my
friend it will be time your time to show.
So I'll end this now in the midst of your mental dawn. It can be your
time now, so try, be wise, and be no person's pawn.
Remember, reflect and learn from the defeat of what you did. And
should you ever need me, my counsel, or just to be your Id; I'll be there
for you, as friend, and voice of reason, my blessed Heartbreak Kid.
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| I Thought I Saw A Valentine By Felix LeRoy Perry Perhaps I should send roses roses sure say I love you maybe some heart shaped candy they'd be welcomed too or maybe expensive perfume women love that it’s true they say women like sexy undies now there's a romantic view decisions, decisions, decisions oh what should I do take her out to dinner maybe perhaps she left a clue hmmm... to heck with it a kiss may do just fine to show how much I love her my lovely Valentine.... |
True Colors
Cyndi Lauper
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Cyndi Lauper
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow
| CYA By Leann Marshall Cupid knelt upon a wall Just waiting for a chance Should someone stroll by restlessly In need of some romance But whenever someone promising Appeared upon the road Their focus was on something else Not open to his mode It seemed there was this brand new form Of connecting with another No psyche was involved at all No real contact with the other As they walked, heads bent, their fingers tapped Some letters on a screen Though life went on around them all Not much of it was seen In spite of this he drew his bow And, hopeful, took his cue But in the midst of all of this No arrow fell as true Unseen, instead, they piled up high Their magic fading fast And Cupid, sitting head in hands Gave up at long, long last "These classic ways of olden days," he thought, "Don’t work at all. It’s going to take a major quake To make these slow hearts fall." There was only one thing left to do To make him less perplexed And that, my high tech friends, was when The Cupid learned to text <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 |
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seasonal and creative page of my
personal Website:
http://www.leannmarshall.com
I enjoy reading and writing (check out
my two fiction novels, The Starfish
People and The Rendering.)
I created Sketch Notes as a fun way to
express myself poetically, but I love to
feature other writers' work with a
link back to their own Websites.
Links to Sketch Notes archives are at
right.
My philosophy as quoted by Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe:
"One ought, every day at least, to hear a
little song, read a good poem, see a fine
picture, and, if it were possible, to speak
a few reasonable words.”
Don't forget to bookmark Sketch
Notes, tell your friends, and visit
often!
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Sketch Notes, email me.
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