So close, no matter how farCouldn’t be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areAnd nothing else matters Never opened myself this wayLife is ours, we live it our wayAll these words I don’t just sayAnd nothing else matters… Read More »
Wild Geese | Mary OliverYou do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about… Read More »
Love isn’t always perfect. It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook. And it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to… Read More »
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or… Read More »
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:Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark. That looks on tempests and is never… Read More »
And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges firstAnd I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirstAnd I shall watch the ferry-boats, and they’ll get highOn a bluer ocean against tomorrow’s sky And… Read More »
Too late now to forget your smileThe way we cling when we’ve danced awhileToo late now to forget and go on to someone new Too late now to forget your voiceThe way one word makes my heart rejoiceToo late now… Read More »
Purple as tulips in May, mauveinto lush velvet, purpleas the stain blackberries leaveon the lips, on the hands,the purple of ripe grapessunlit and warm as flesh. Every day I will give you a color,like a new flower in a bud… Read More »
Here we both standThe moon and the stars light the dance floorAll that we needIs here in the still of the nightAll of the wordsCould never describe a wonderThe feeling of peaceWhen everything is just right Here we both standLonging to hold one anotherNever… Read More »
Love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes… Read More »
We’d so much in common, that was clear from the start:A marriage of souls, like de Beauvoir and Sartre.The connection was instant, almost irrational:simply simpatico, fully compatible. You confessed you loved winter, North Yorkshire, and cats.‘Me, too!’ I responded. ‘How… Read More »
Most people get married believing a myth that marriage is a beautiful box full of all the things they have longed for; Companionship, intimacy, friendship etc … The truth is, that marriage at the start is an empty box, you… Read More »