To whom do my cries find their way, crisp air receiving their pain. For who is there that lives and knows The secret powers by which he grows? Your gentle smile, your words of support in my tough times it's your love that has been my cushion of comfort.Hope dwells deep within my spirit while her smile is burned upon the world. People may treasure money and materials galore, And spend their lifetime pursuing more...My smiles have fallen upon blind eyes, and my words upon deaf ears. I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.The dusk falls on another day, but I have yet to see its splendor. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.
We have blinded that world, which had claimed that our love was blind I have counted my joys through smiles on your lips, just as you have empowered me with these smiles, my love will, in all its phases, empower and embrace you this promise has mingled, most affectionately, with every breath I take for life.But as for now I will continue loving you, Quietly remaining here... Not for me the cold, calm kiss Of a virgin's bloodless love; Not for me the saint's white bliss, Nor the heart of a spotless dove. 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: Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine;' Both have the strength and both the length thereof, Both of us, of the love which makes us one.I don't see much of you We don't speak as much We say hi to each other in school But that's about it I brag about you to my friends And you do the same You tell stories about how we met I did the same I don't see much of you But you see me all the time. But give me the love that so freely gives And laughs at the whole world's blame, With your body so young and warm in my arms, It sets my poor heart aflame. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?My soul whispers gently for her attention, yet the night is my cold companion. When You Are Old William Butler Yeats This feeling is like a wonderful sting This feeling is like a wonderful sting. I wouldn't give this up, not even for all four seasons to be spring.Anger and frustration rack my mind, while my heart is wrapped in sadness. It doesn't need to be masked as attractive, This unstable beautiful pain is mine, its what I want, what I need! Leverett My love is as a fever My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.