When The Day Will Come ?

When The Day Will Come…
The Day I Hold You Tight Near Me…
The Day When You And Me Will Always Be Together.

Ask Me, Demand Me…
I’M A Ring Between Your Finger…
I’ll Do What You Say And I’ll Give You All What You Need.

If I Could…
I Would Have Dived Into The Seas And Get You All The Beautiful Things.
If I Only Could…
I Would Have Ran Through All The Gardens Of The World And Get You All The Beautiful Flowers.

You Are My Heart Desire…
You Are The Person Who Took Me To The Bright Side…
You Are The One Who Showed Me The Real Meaning Of Love.

Every Time I Look Into Your Eyes, It’s Like Looking To A World Which Is Near By Paradise.

You Are The Angel Who Bright The Way For Me.
   I Love You My Dearest One.
 

Because It Is True Love ...

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent
observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be
either having an affair or lying dead in the
middle of the street,
I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking
them and the next morning I couldn't get out of
bed,
He wouldn't tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically
opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and
he had to choose one of us to save,
He says he'd save me.

It's true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I
had to stay home with the painters and the
exterminator and the baby who was getting the
chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was
juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I
wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid
indigestion, dandruff, and other features of
married life that tend to dampen the fires of
passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True love.

Doves eyes

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's  chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of  gold.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

Shall I Compare You !

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
 

Why Have You Left Me Alone ?

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their
knees;
Arrogant, in black armor, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the
charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name;
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling
laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long green hair;
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the
shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me
alone?

What Is Love ?

 Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
  It's acceptance

            Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.
 It's patience

   Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.
 It's exploration

      Love is not having to say "Let's make love," because you know what the other person wants.
It's understanding

         Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
  It's consideration

        Love is both of you remembering protection.
    It's responsibility

   Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
  It's humor

Love is being told "Stop and I'll kill you"
It's desire

  Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are
            strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.
It's abandonment

             Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
  It's truth

      Love is knowing what time it is and not caring
     It's  joy

     Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
        It's ecstasy

Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew
          It's renewal

   Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told
  they would rather be woken.
       It's tenderness

  Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having, asleep on your
 shoulder.It's where fantasy meets reality

  Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly,
      It's sensuousness.

 Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago
  It's practicality

   Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed,
   It's closeness.

  Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person
  It's trust

Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent,
   It's faithful.

    Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It's a lesson in human frailty

   Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned
  into a pretzel.
  It's adaptation

   Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the
   night beforr.
   It's reflection

Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it
  in bed with your lover.
  It's loneliness

  Love is stories that will never be told.
    It's personal

   Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
         It`s anticipation