if you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion -Dali Lama
If you only love me now and again
Love me today
Love me tomorrow.
I you only think of me on occasion
Think of me when you need me
Think of me on the days that you have borrowed
in the winds that caress your cheek
upon the days when there are no words to speak.
When you need me, from time to time
Need me as the days grow shorter
Need me in between life’s fine lines.
When you love me
Just love me twice
Love me today
Love me as the skies begin to gray.
In between today and tomorrow…there are big bites of love! Relish the moment
a Rainbow Bucket List
In a lifetime of love like snowflakes…none being the same. Somethings are worth repeating.
i carry your heart with me
i carry it in
i am never without it
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling.
i fear no fate
for you are my fate,my sweet
for beautiful you are my world,my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I CARRY YOUR HEART
I CARRY IT IN MY HEART
##I Carry Your Heart – EE Cummings
If there is a battle
I hope my head always defers to my heart
Some…things, so beautiful…one must look away.
Of these things,
set us apart.
Moments worth capturing…yet, set so
you wonder about the state of your heart.
A corner curls just a trifle from the far reaches of her parted lips.
A nuance clutches your breathing.
Something that never was…
Something that did not always fit.
It is the kind of love that ruptures and raptures your heart…
Though it was not yours, you watch it, well lit.
Even if it is somebodies love you did not know.
It was someone’s else love to have and to hold.
She…my favorite weakness
Me…her favorite mistake
Every wrong that could be said, brought her my way
Her imagination stretching from land to mountain to sea…to encompass me
Sardines and garlic embolden with…
Her passive, passionate affection, a lending hand to settle my turbulent needs
She is the matter for my life and my death
We pepper each other’s stories with bits of salt for human frailty.
Between everything purposeful
Between the wishes for rain
Lies…a stockpile of liquid pain
Twisted ties of what remains
Careless love, who knew
It was never up to you
There is only so much you can do
Imagine a world vacant of stormy weather
had not two worlds met.
For not one of us…
is truly desperate
To wish away the ache
Clamor for forever fair weather
Would only tarry for lovers had known before
Tis, far better to have loved…carelessly
Than to have stood naked, heart in hand…
at a closed door