Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2012

I Love You Without Knowing...


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. 
So I love you in this way because I know no other way of loving but this, 
in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, 
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda

Yes. This is Love.

Some may call it Unconditional. Some may call it Love.

Simply that. Love. Unconditional Love.

When you Love, because there is no reason, other than Love.

I bow down graciously with respect to Pablo Neruda.

One of the poets whose words, have always found a way of touching my heart.

When I read his poetry, it makes we wish I spoke Spanish.

Simply so I could feel and touch the words, the way he wrote them from his own heart.

Much Loves,

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Born To Be Blue

 
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I'm right
Maybe I just don't know
Will I ever fall in love
And never have to worry
That I'm fallin' all alone
Maybe It's true
I was just born to be blue
Maybe It's true
I was just born to be blue
They say everybody's got someone
A sweet somebody to love
It might be fate or destiny
Baby written in the stars above
But I can't help but wonder
After all that I've been through
Maybe my baby's no where to be found
And I was just born to be blue
Was I born to be unhappy
Just to live on heartache street
Was I born to go to bed each night
And cry myself to sleep
Can somebody out there help me
Give me some kind of clue
Tell me I'm wrong
Tell me I'm right
But don't tell me I was born to be blue
They say nobody dies from a heartache
You can't drown in your own tears
Who wants to live in this world alone
Where minutes turn into years
So I'd rather go down than leavin'
Suffer a heartache or two
Tell me I'm wrong
Tell me I'm right
But don't tell me I was born to be blue
Was I born to be blue
Born just to cry
Born to be alone 'til the day I die
Somebody tell me
Was I born to be loved
Born to be kissed
Born to find the one
To show me what I missed
Was I born to be blue
Born just to cry
Born to be alone 'til the day I die
Tell me mama
Was I born to be loved
Born to be kissed
Born to find the one
To show me what I missed

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you


Sunday, April 11, 2010

Love Is Alive

Love ain't a candle
It doesn't burn for one night
And need the dark to shine
Love is alive
And love ain't just a word
In every dictionary
With no where defined
Love is a man and he's mine

Love is alive
And at our breakfast table
Everyday of the week
Love is alive
And it grows everyday and night
Even in our sleep
Love is alive
And it's made a happy woman out of me
Oh, love is alive
And here by me

Love ain't just a mood
A distant far away dream
That needs the night to rise
Love is alive
And love ain't just a song
Sweet words of music
To go dancin' by
Love is a man and he's mine

Love is alive, here by me



Saturday, March 27, 2010

Capturing Love

Love is for deep kisses,
Strange adventures,
Midnight swims,
Rambling conversations.



Sunday, March 7, 2010

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength ~

Loving someone deeply gives you courage...




Friday, February 26, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

You are the word I am the tune Play me


She was morning
And I was night time
I one day woke up
To find her lying
Beside my bed
I softly said
"Come take me"
For I've been lonely
In need of someone
As though I'd done
Someone wrong somewhere
I don't know where
Come lately

You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me


Song she sang to me
Song she brang to me
Words that rang in me
Rhyme that sprang from me
Warmed the night
And what was right
Became me


You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me


And so it was
That I came to travel
Upon a road
That was thorned and narrow
Another place
Another grace
Would save me


You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the word
I am the tune
Play me

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Bad Case Of Loving You


Whooaaaaa
The hot summer night fell like a net
I've got to find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red


Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you


A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned that, buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Momma, I ain't that kind of guy


Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you
Whooaaa


I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me, momma, are you gonna stop?


You had me down, 21 to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad, and I've got it good


Doctor, doctor, gimme the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Shoop, Shoop Song


Does he love me I wanna know

how can I tell if he loves me so?

(Is it in his eyes) oh no you'll be deceived

(is it in his sighs) oh no he'll make believe.

If you wanna know (shoop shoop shoop shoop

shoop shoop shoop) if he loves you so

it's in his kiss (that's where ist is oh yeah).



(Or is it in his face) oh no it's just his charms

(in his warm embrace) oh no that's just his arms.

If you wanna know (shoop shoop shoop shoop

shoop shoop shoop) if he loves you so

it's in his kiss (that's where it is)

woh-oh it's in his kiss (that's where it is).



Chorus:

Woh-oh-oh hug him and squeeze him tight

and find out what you want to know.

If it's love if it really is it's there in his kiss.

(How 'bout the way he acts) oh no that's not the way

and you're not listening to all I say.

If you wanna know (shoop shoop shoop shoop

shoop shoop shoop shoop) if he loves you so

it's in his kiss (that's where it is)

woh-oh it's in his kiss (that's where it is).



Chorus



Oh yeah it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is),

ooh it's in his kiss (that's where it is).



Wednesday, January 27, 2010

It's All Coming Back to Me....




There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it's all coming back to me

When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now


If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it's all coming back to me

When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now




Friday, December 11, 2009

The quiet talk drifts


Tonight I was thinking of the quiet way talk through such small things, words spoken between words, letters and poetry drifting through time and space. A simple letter but so powerful finding the way across oceans, carrying so much, written with few words. But I have heard you from the first day I found you, between the words and beyond the page. Where have you been? I have missed the sound of your voice.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

SAFE IN THE ARMS OF LOVE



SAFE IN THE ARMS OF LOVE (Martina McBride)




My heart's not ready for the rocking chair

I need somebody who really cares

so tired of livin' solitaire

someday i'm gonna be

safe in the arms of love.



Strip your heart and it starts to show

love is a high-wire act,i know

someday i'll find a net below

someday i'm gonna be

safe in the arms of love

safe in the arms of love.



(CHORUS)

I want arms that know how to rock me

safe in the arms of love

I wanna fall and know that love has caught me

safe in the arms of love

safe in the arms of love.



I want a heart to be forever mine

want eyes to see me satisfied

gonna hang my heartaches out to dry

some day i'm gonna be

safe in the arms of love

safe in the arms of love


Monday, November 2, 2009

perfect "entertainment"

This is my idea of the perfect "entertainment" -- sitting in front of the fire on a chilly evening with the one I love next to me, each of us so engrossed in the other, that the world outside just slips away and time is of no importance.




Friday, October 30, 2009

Just letting it go

Okay, so this week is officially going down in my book as one I'll be very happy to leave behind. 

To put in so many words;  I said somethint to someone I care about very deeply.  I hurt them.  I did not mean to hurt them.  But I did.  My friend was already in pain and I just added to it.  An now I feel that I have lost what could have turned into a wonderful relationship.  It has been a long week.  And I miss him.

But, I must say it's been interesting to observe myself under these circumstances. Strange to see how on one level I've been able to continue to function as usual, and how on another my heart and mind have been occupied with how this has all been unfolding and my reactions to it. Rationally it's been okay. I'm reconciled to whatever the outcome is and I'm prepared to take on what comes next. Emotionally I've swung from hope to disappointment to uncertainty to acceptance to frustration and back to disappointment. Even verged on anger at one point yesterday. Right now, I'm feeling a bit like that leaf on the pavement above looks... calm, at rest, not crushed, but a little flat.


You know, I'm a great believer in "what goes around, comes around" but I honestly don't know what sort of bad karma I'm working off here. Will be very glad when it's done with though.


So, today I'm asking only that there be no bad stuff. That in itself would be good. And I'm wearing my rose-tinted glasses especially, which allow me to see all sorts of goodness:


~ It's Friday.

~ I'm going out with some friends for lunch to celebrate the fact that one of them is leaving to join his love in Australia.

~ I'm planning to have Pad Thai (with an extra wedge of fresh lime) for dinner from my favourite local Thai restaurant.

Just letting it go... letting it go. And feeling strangely light and airy.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

In Another Time

My soul is lost with you in another time, filled with a love that knows no boundaries. Your love has followed me to this life, and pulled me back to you, awakening me to all that we had and all that we were. You walk by my side in spirit as I journey through the days and nights of my life. Some days I wonder why this has happened, this awakening, and some days I wonder when I leave this life, if I will find you again. For now I will wander through this life, my soul walking in another, and perhaps, one day soon, you will come for me and we will travel together again.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sometimes

Tonight I just want to hear your voice


nothing more is needed

just the sound of your voice

speaking gently to me.


Sometimes I wonder who we were so long ago, that hearing your voice, or the simple picture of you, evokes such powerful feelings. These feelings wash over me, leaving me with thoughts and pictures, so like memories, feelings beyond description, caught on the breath of time.

Some days I wonder if you feel it too, if you know this place I have found. I wait for nightfall and the sleep it brings, for here you come to me in dreams. Within dreams are the threads of life, unraveling the mysteries of the day and sometimes helping us remember those that we have loved once long ago.



Friday, October 2, 2009

Letters



Tonight I was thinking of the quiet way talk through such small things, words spoken between words, letters and poetry drifting through time and space. A simple letter but so powerful finding the way across oceans, carrying so much, written with few words. But I have heard you from the first day I found you, between the words and beyond the page. Where have you been? I have missed the sound of your voice.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Serenity Of The Moment

I love this...the peace and calm. The clouds are nigh, and the brisk breeze is blowing through the windows. Outside those windows, the Rose of Sharon trees tremble slightly...politely nudged by the wind. The linden waves to me in its tall, majestic splendor...protective in shade and in sheltering those beautiful creatures of nature. The herbs are whispering softly, asking to be harvested very soon


....before the first frost makes pretty cold pearls of the dew upon their green.

The rain is hovering...waiting for the right moment to cascade upon this earth. I welcome it with a smile and invite it to come down and make its beautiful, hypnotic sounds as it falls upon my window panes. An unfinished book is lying upon the table..beckoning me to turn its pages and lose myself in its world. The kettle too is calling...reminding me that a cup of tea will complete the serenity surrounding me.

How tranquil I am at this moment...how in love with this precise point in my life.

Perhaps this reverie will dissipate shortly. But for now...this very minute...this moment is mine...all mine.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Falling in love with a man is only a prelude to falling in love with life.