Remember

To love for the sake of loving,

In a world where love is rare,

A gift some say, beyond repay,

Of which none can compare.

 

But this is the only way I see

To really and truly love,

It isn't about us here at all,

It's about the Lord above.

 

You honored and you cherished,

Every minute that we shared,

Your heart touched mine and overflowed,

Mine told you that I cared.

 

And now with all my memories,

That hold these thoughts so dear,

Cause even though you're in the grave,

I'll always have you near.

 

True love is never wasted,

And the good will never fade,

You're in my heart forever,

From tender moments that we made.

 

I now share love as you loved me,

So grateful to have had,

Not just a lover, or a friend,

You left no broken heart to mend,

You've held my heart through so much strife,

You've healed my soul, you heal my life,

Please rest in peace, Amen.

 

RIP ♥

 

2/24/2011 ©

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running_with_rabbits's picture

:)   this bit almost stands

:)

 

this bit almost stands alone as its own poem

"To love for the sake of loving,

In a world where love is rare,

A gift some say, beyond repay,

Of which none can compare."


Much Love

Ashley

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My favorite of all

My favorite of all poems

"XIV. If thou must love me, let it be for nought

 

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 forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity."

 

 

 

Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

running_with_rabbits's picture

:) she was a wise woman.. my

:) she was a wise woman.. my fav poem ever if I had to pick one would be coleridge...ttorn between two tho, not a fn of picking favs


Much Love

Ashley

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you mean if you had to pick

you mean if you had to pick poets? or did she write a poem called coleridge?


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

running_with_rabbits's picture

no I am torn between one of

no I am torn between one of her two poems i adore


Much Love

Ashley

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I love this nightlight!

I love this nightlight! Beautiful!


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thank you, healingwoman!

thank you, healingwoman!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "