HUG.

 need to know if you’re my true friend,

will you be by my side until the end?

Can I tell you my secrets deep,

and trust them in your heart you’ll keep?

We are neither of us without our flaws,

can you accept mine as I will yours?

I’ll be a shoulder to cry on when you’re blue,

will you be there for me when I need you?

No matter how busy I will make time for you,

if you are busy will you make time for me too?

I will take your hand and comfort your tears,

will you hold me and soothe my fears?

I will give you joy and many warm smiles,

can we share that even across many miles?

I will not forget what’s important to you,

will you remember what’s important to me too?

With you my most favourite things I’ll share,

If only I know do you truly care?

If you can accept me as I do you,

then I will know you are a friend most true...

I find a friend

I gaze into twin pools of warmth. 
Bright and sparkling. 
I see something indescribable. 
Something I can't quite put my finger on. 

Twin pool, blazing and brilliant.
Making all your sweetness.
And all your compassion.
Crystal clear.

Twin pools shimmering and glimmering.
Showing how you're.
Sweet, sensitive, caring and kind.
Funny athletic cunning and friendly.

Twin pools, so animated and intense.
Help me to share.
Your love of life,
Your life of love.

I gaze into twin pools of warmth and.
I see the sweetest person I've ever met or ever will meet.
I recognize a sincere and honest guy who can never be replaced.
I realize you are so special because.
When I look into your eyes.
I witness a miracle, I find a friend

everone says "i love you"

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

The Flight of Love

WHEN the lamp is shatter'd 
The light in the dust lies dead¡ª 
When the cloud is scatter'd  
The rainbow's glory is shed. 
When the lute is broken 
Sweet tones are remember'd not; 
When the lips have spoken  
Lov'd accents are soon forgot. 

As music and splendour 
Survive not the lamp and the lute 
The heart's echoes render 
No song when the spirit is mute¡ª 
No song but sad dirges  
Like the wind through a ruin'd cell  
Or the mournful surges 
That ring the dead seaman's knell. 

When hearts have once mingl'd  
Love first leaves the well-built nest; 
The weak one is singl'd 
To endure what it once possesst. 
O Love! who bewailest 
The frailty of all things here  
Why choose you the frailest 
For your cradle your home and your bier? 

Its passions will rock thee 
As the storms rock the ravens on high; 
Bright reason will mock thee 
Like the sun from a wintry sky. 
From thy nest every rafter 
Will rot and thine eagle home 
Leave thee naked to laughter  
When leaves fall and cold winds come. 

by: Percy Bysshe Shelley

O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even

O Love! thou makest all things even 
In earth or heaven; 
Finding thy way through prison-bars 
Up to the stars; 
Or, true to the Almighty plan, 
That out of dust created man, 
Thou lookest in a grave,--to see 
Thine immortality! 

by: Sarah Fuller Flower Adams