To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear;
to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates
I love tranquil solitude,
...And such society
As is quiet, wise and good;
...Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.
I love Love--though he has wings,
...And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
...Spirit, I love thee--
Thou art love and life! Oh, come,
Make once more my heart thy home
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty:
it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear:
it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries
live in confidence, equality and unreserve.
Encounter
As our flesh encounters
And our weary bones unite
We both know that often
Is not as often as it might
The clock strikes one now
And the broken-bond withdraws,
It was not the same some say
As the night you slept with whores
As the morning mist encounters
Dispersing-droplets on our parts
Our minds may be forgiven
For the dampness in our hearts
GlobalPoet 2007
What is Love
An irrational desire that is irrationally desired;
An eternal embryo of breathing light
Radiating intensely into a myriad of
Beams dispersed intermittently onto a crowded dance floor.
The birth-bond of motherness of familiar faces
Endorsing their soft-spoken melodies............
GlobalPoet 2007
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