love

Many in aftertimes will say of you

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Tue, 21/02/2012 - 11:49

Many in aftertimes will say of you
‘He loved her’ – while of me what will they say?
Not that I loved you more than just in play,
For fashion’s sake as idle women do.
Even let them prate; who know not what we knew
Of love and parting in exceeding pain.
Of parting hopeless here to meet again,
Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you.
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that foregoes you but to claim anew

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Tue, 21/02/2012 - 11:48

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:

I wish I could remember that first day

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Tue, 21/02/2012 - 11:45

I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

Echo

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Tue, 21/02/2012 - 11:42

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope and love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Tue, 21/02/2012 - 11:33

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame

A Birthday

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Mon, 20/02/2012 - 05:43

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Love Letter from Ludwig van Beethoven

Submitted by Ludwig van Beethoven on Sat, 24/12/2011 - 05:09

July 6, 1806

My angel, my all, my very self -- only a few words today and at that with your pencil -- not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -- what a useless waste of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks -- can our love endure except through sacrifices -- except through not demanding everything -- can you change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?

Love of God-above

Submitted by mvvenkataraman on Tue, 13/12/2011 - 12:03

God is there my dear
He will always guard
His love for us is great
He gives us safety cover

He will yield to our prayer
Help us get joy and peace
He will rectify our mind
His support is ever there

God-faith is a medicine
Curing all the maladies
Treatment given by God
Heals body and soul finely

Approach God with love
Expose to Him anxieties
Make a request to cure
He will end every torture

The Unknown Loves Love-alone

Submitted by mvvenkataraman on Sun, 09/10/2011 - 17:19

In the absence of near and dear
Only loneliness will sadly prevail
Do we need this torture in life?
A company will save our soul

Let us live our life well
By inviting others to join
Let our love be declared
Unity means great joy

A friend if enters our life
Our mirth will be huge
A stranger may now come
Let us make him a crony

If heart is a dry field
Love can not bloom
Sorrow will emerge
Leading to tears

I’ll never let you Cry….

Submitted by Akhil on Sun, 25/09/2011 - 15:21

some day, when your spirits are low,
you fear, you’ll loose all your glow,
someday when you feel surrounded by swarm,
when none’s with you, the Sun’s no more warm.

Some day, when your companions desert you alone,
The mouths those praised you, now just moan,
When your ebullient eyes, tend to loose their sheen,
When the courage to hang-on, feels so lean.

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