Love 1 |
| I love, Not only for what you are, But for what i am, When i am with you. I love you, Not only for what you have made of yourself, But for what of me. I love you, For the part of me, Thatyou bring out; I love you, For putting your hand, Into my heaped-up heart, And passing over All the foolish,weak things That you cant help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beauitful belongings that no else had looked Quite far enough to find. I love you because you, Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my everyday Not a reproach,but a song. I love you because you have done More than my creed Could have done To make me good And more than any fate could have done To make me happy. You have done it Without a touch, Without a word, Without a sign, You have done it,By being yourself Perhaps that is what Being a friends means , After all. By: "Angela" |
Love 2 |
| Love bade me welcome;yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love,observing me grow slack >From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me,sweetly questioning If i llacked anything. "A guest","I answered,"worthy to be here"; Lve said,"you shall be he". "I, the unkind,ungrateful?Ah,my dear I cannot look on thee". Love took my hand and smilling did reply, "who made the eyes but I?" Truth,Lord,but i have marred them;let my shame Go where it doth deserve". "And know you not,"say's love,"who bore the blame?" "My dear,then i will serve." "You must sit down,"say's love",and taste my meat". So,did i sit and eat. by;Angela... |
Life & Love |
| Fast this of mine was dying, blind already and calm as death, Snowflakes on her bosom lying Scarely heaving with her breath. Love came by,and having known her In a dream of fabled lands, Gently atooded,and laid upon her Mystic chrism of holy hands; Drew his smile across her folded Eyelids,as the swallows dips; Breathed as finely as the cold did Throgh the locking of her lips. So,when life looked upward,being Warmed and breath on from above What sight could she have for seeing, Evermore...but only LOVE? ~angela~ |
My dear and Only Love |
| My dear and only love,I pray This noble world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway But purest monarchy; For if confusion have a part, Which virtious souls abhor, And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more. Likee Alexander i will reign, And i will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore diddain a rival on my throne. He eitherfears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Thats puts it not unto the touch to win or loss it all. But i must rule and govern still, And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, and all the stand in awe. but 'againts my my battery,if i find Thou shunn'st the prize so sore As thou sett'st me up blind, I'll never love thee more, Or in the empire of thy heart Where i should solely be, Another do pretend a part and dares to vie with me; Or if committees thou errect, And go on such a score, I'll sing and laugh at thy neglect, And never thee more. But if thou wilt be constant then, And faithful of thy word, I'll make thee glorious by my pen And famous by my sword; I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee evermore... ~angela~ |
05/26/2000