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Aug 12, 5:13am: Let These be Your Desires

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if you love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.

Gibran Khalil Gibran

Jul 15, 10:48am: I Know I Will Love You

I know I will love you
all my life I will love you
with every farewell I will love you
desperately, I know I will love you

And each verse of mine will be
to tell you that I'll love you
all my life

I know I will cry
with each absence of yours I will cry
but each return will erase
what your absence caused me...

Vinicius de Moraes

Jul 9, 3:17pm: And I Love You So

And I love you so.
The people ask me how,
How I've lived till now.
I tell them I don't know.

I guess they understand
How lonely life has been.
But life began again
The day you took my hand.

And, yes, I know how lonely life can be.
The shadows follow me, and the night won't set me free.
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me.

And you love me, too.
Your thoughts are just for me;
You set my spirit free.
I'm happy that you do.

The book of life is brief
And once a page is read,
All but love is dead.
That is my belief.

And, yes, I know how loveless life can be.
The shadows follow me, and the night won't set me free.
But I don't let the evening bring me down
Now that you're around me.

And I love you so.
The people ask me how,
How I've lived till now.
I tell them, "i don't know."

Don Mclean

Jun 24, 10:57am: Your Hands

When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

Pablo Neruda

Jun 22, 12:56pm: The Nearness of You

Why do i just wither and forget all resistance
When you and your magic pass by
My heart's in a dither dear
When you're at a distance
But when you are near, oh my...

Its not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me,
Oh no
Its just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation,
Oh no
Its just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms
And I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams
Come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me
The right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you.

Hoagy Carmichael

listen to it
by Norah Jones

May 30, 4:27am: He who understands nothing,
Loves nothing.

He who can do nothing,
Understands nothing.

He who understands nothing
Is worthless.

But he who understands
Also loves, notices, sees ....

The more knowledge
Is inherent in a thing,
The greater the love ...

Anyone who imagines
That all fruits ripen at
The same time as the
Strawberries,
Knows nothing about grapes.

Paracelsus

May 25, 6:35pm: I come from your roots, breaths of you,
And I love you tiredly now, blood, wine
Unreal cups corroded by time.
I love you as if there were more and derailings.
As if we stepped on ferns
And they screamed, both our victims:
Otherworldly, vehement.
I love you small like one who wants more
Like one who guesses everything:
Wolf, moon, fox and ancestors.
Say of me: You are mine.

Hild Hilst

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