Some of my own from another life time. *LOL* Or so it seems.
I rejoice , Joy so pure
so deeply felt
my heart is mended I am being loved far better than I've ever been loved before. 2.1.80 BAB
Like the breeze gently lifting a Butterfly in flight
your love lifts my spirits1.22.80 BAB
The following are by a Dear Friend
*ahh love*
*gikkles*
The late evening mist haloed by an amber street light has been one more reminder
of my love for you. And it is the little things that love brings out in a person to make you realize all that has gone unseen.
"Love Games"
Sorry.
I took it seriously. I put you at the very top of the ladder, up there
with my breath and the sun but then did not get warm. For
you, I was lying somewhere in the middle rung, with movies and games
you play once a week then brush aside when something more
important sprouts. No need to worry about games, they're always
there in the cupboard waiting breathlessly for the playboy to open
the door. But no more------ I have adjusted my scales to fits
yours, and am ready for the game. And anyway, games are so much more
fun...... Be careful, I've started to play.
.... Ada Aharoni ....
~~Solitude~~
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and you halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
~~~~Ella Wheeler Wilcox~~~
*gikkles*
