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How Do I Love Thee?

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 every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

...

Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,

I found April in my arms.

April golden, April cloudy,

Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;

April soft in flowered languor,

April cold with sudden anger,

Ever changing, ever true --

I love April, I love you.

Insomniac

There are some nights when

sleep plays coy,

aloof and disdainful.

And all the wiles

that I employ to win

its service to my side

are useless as wounded pride,

and much more painful.

"Faith" Is A Fine Invention

"Faith" is a fine invention

When Gentlemen can see—

But Microscopes are prudent

In an Emergency.

Passing Time

Your skin like dawn

Mine like musk

One paints the beginning

of a certain end.

The other, the end of a

sure beginning.

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

His Sorrow

We presume to know of a far better way

But our devices will falter somewhere, someday

Surely there will come a time, a time to pay

We don't care, our chosen course we shall stay

In light of His sorrowful passion, asking for wisdom is the best way

Contemplate well, be wise with our choices

Discern the good path, don't heed the tainted voices

Interpret His teachings with faithful discretion

Do not falter and succumb to the common obsession

In light of His sorrowful passi...

Passion- Ian Munywe

In Alexander the great,

welled ample passion.

To conquer,

the world.

Napoleon Bonaparte too,

son of Corsica.

A great soldier,

with a vision.

Passion to mention rightfully is key,

to all of life`s greatness gates.

Gates of prosperity,

Built from humble beginnings.

The stimulus,

passion.

Passion indeed holds all the weight,

upon which life rests.

It sustains the bridges,

vital for transition.

Bridges of like,

blo...

Passion Possession

The glow of story doubles

As the season of

Possessed spirit bubbles.

Life too becomes meaningful

As the potter's hands

Carves passion possessed man soulful.

In other sense,

Possession shows bondage

But, for passion, it's prescious gage.

I wanna say you,

Life is not all about success collection

In fact, failures guides your passion possession.

Be passoinately passoinate

But, conveniently compassionate

Loving self e...

Spell Of Nature Kindles Passion

From the childhood on I have been seeing the misty hill stations;

Still I have not lost its muse quite amazing to recollect in leisure times;

Green meadows and lakes the passion I have on them I have not lost even today;

Nature of such places is great wonder and passion for me quite unshakable!

Green pasture in remote places are another passion I have since a longtime;

Likewise, the sea shore and the beach with neat straight pavement for walking

Are a great passion to breathe fresh air and ...

Passion (Ghazal)

Rhea! I fell in love with you at the first sight and passion

Since a week, you have become my heart's delight and passion

How I can forget all the essential parts of my life?

I can't 'bandon my good will, my each dark night and passion

As; a good leader shows the right path to destination

Of me unguided person; leader is light and passion

Everything is not achievable for man, I believe

Man's given by the nature limited might and passion

It meant noth...

Reason And Passion Xv

And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."

And he answered saying:

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?

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A Prayer

'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;

I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.

Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night:

I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light.

The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul;

In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control.

For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death;

But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed bre...

Life

What is our life? A play of passion,

Our mirth the music of division,

Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,

Where we are dressed for this short comedy.

Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,

That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.

Our graves that hide us from the setting sun

Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.

Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,

Only we die in earnest, that's no

The Great Fires

Love is apart from all things.

Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.

It is not the body that finds love.

What leads us there is the body.

What is not love provokes it.

What is not love quenches it.

Love lays hold of everything we know.

The passions which are called love

also change everything to a newness

at first. Passion is clearly the path

but does not bring us to love.

It opens the castle of our spirit

so that we might find the love which is

A Kiss

Exiled on the isle of passion and shackled in the prison of craving. 
Bottled up emotion - screaming and shouting and searching for an escape. 
Like a dehydrated deer tracking water -Like a desert hunting an oasis. 
Deluge of flames enrapture my being with the fervor of a thousand fire. 
Tranquillized by cloud of restraint yet burning with the inferno of love. 
Raining from the sky of my being- cascading from my connubial essence. 
Sunshine from the hub of my heart, moistens my lips in the dew of desire. 
Pregnant with the pass...

Flower Of Love

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common

clay

I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the

larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,

Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,

You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed. <...

A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

O, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud

With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips

Love

We cannot live, except thus mutually

We alternate, aware or unaware,

The reflex act of life: and when we bear

Our virtue onward most impulsively,

Most full of invocation, and to be

Most instantly compellant, certes, there

We live most life, whoever breathes most air

And counts his dying years by sun and sea.

But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth

Throw out her full force on another soul,

The conscience and the concentration both make

mere life, Love. For Life in perfe...

Sonnet 14

If thou must love me, let it be for nought

Except for love's sake only. Do not say

'I love her for her smile—her look—her way

Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—

For these things in themselves, Beloved, may

Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,

May be unwrought so. Neither love me for

Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—

A creature might forg...

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

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 every day'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

Wit...

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

...

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,

Its ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star pier...

Sonnet CXVI

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...