My words

Dear my Friends!
If only you could see the whole picture, if you knew the whole story, you would realize that no problem ever comes to you that does not have a purpose in your life, that can not contribute to your inner growth...


Thursday, August 19, 2010

My Darling, You Are My Life

My Darling, You Are My Life

You Are My Life
By Andy Hughes

You are the stars in my night time,
You are the blue sky in my day,
You are the water in my ocean,
You are the light showing me the way,
You are the sunshine in my eyes,
You are the wind blowing through my hair,
You are the beating in my heart,
You are my life - you're always there.

Midnight Fantasy

Midnight Fantasy

By Susan Atkinson
As I lie in my bed
My thoughts turn to you.
I think of the time
We spent together
And how our love grew.

I miss your voice
As it speaks my name.
I miss your eyes
And how they burn
With a passionate flame.

I want to feel your breath
On my naked skin.
And the touch of your hand
so tender -
Which ignite the fires within.

My mouth deeply hungers
For the sweetness of your lips.
My body craves your touch
As you explore me
With your fingertips.

I want to feel the heat
As the passion quickly builds.
Your caresses and your kisses
Make it easy
For my body and soul to yield.

I want to feel the pleasure
As we feed our lusts and desires.
Your flesh and mine
Becoming one
Burning hot with passion's fire.

Only you can satisfy
And bring me to ecstasy.
Only you can fulfill
My deepest desire
And my midnight fantasy.

A Call From Heaven

A Call From Heaven

A Call From Heaven
By Joyce Hemsley

Come to me, love me,
You were always 'my own'.
Renouncing all others,
You were just mine alone.
So come, I am calling
From God's Heaven above.
I can't hear you,
I can't see you.
But I am waiting, my love.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

My Darling

My Darling

My Darling True Love
By Mimi Mungomba

I would rather be somewhere alone with you
Instead of praying you're feeling like I do.
I'd rather be staring into the depths of your eyes
Searching, exploring, knowing, loving ...
My secret, I have decided to disclose to you.
I've never seen you, never met you, never heard
Or smelled, or touched you, never known
But truth be told,
I'm deeply, truly, madly in love with you.
Just because I know that you're in love with me too
And the nights I am secretly needing you
You're longing for me too.
To many, my tears seem insignificant
They're meaningful to you.
Someday our winding paths will meet
And I'll just know, I've found you.
Till that day, we'll have to wait
Because when we find each other
And the depths of hearts are revealed
Our love will be eternal
Worth every tearful moment that we've waited.
Though we are apart for yet another night
Our moment is a day nearer.

The Reasons You Are Beautiful

The Reasons You Are Beautiful

By Daniel Erdle

To the girl whose beauty is present in all seasons
I tell you why you are beautiful, here are the reasons:

Your beauty extends into the heavens,
it goes on forever and never lessens.
Even when the clouds heighten
you are here and the world brightens.
You are like a fruit that constantly ripens
your beauty continues to grow no mater what happens.

My fondness for you constantly deepens
because every time I see you my heart starts to weaken.
You make everything else appear hollow
where ever you are loveliness is sure to follow.
You shine so bright you cast your own shadow
a beauty that others would love to borrow.
But try as they might your beauty they will never catch
because something like you they could never match.

Your beauty seems to increase with every breathe
it tests the limits my imagination can stretch.
It makes me question if what I am seeing is real
I only know it is true by the way that I feel.
Your beauty is so vast it can't be concealed
there is no hiding it your beauty is always revealed.

The power of your beauty is the world's greatest gift
the heaviest boulder it could easily lift.
A girl this perfect I never knew
all that changed the moment I met you.
Heaven on Earth I was not aware
until I met a girl that was crafted with such care.
You would be the answer to a prayer
if someone asked for something rare with beauty to spare.

If I had a choice I would choose this girl over air
for air can't compare to a girl not found elsewhere.

Love From The Heart

Love From The Heart

I fly like a bird
to be where you are,
to spend just an evening
in your place afar.

Beautiful music
and exquisite wine -
never has love been
quite so divine!

But soon I must leave
so kiss me farewell,
the last dance is over
as love stories tell.

I'll never forget
the magic of you,
as I'm flying back home
OH! are you coming too?

Beautiful romance
it's love on the wing,
never has true love
made my heart and soul sing.

Sweet Love Poem

Sweet Love Poem

I search for you every chance I get,
I always long to see your face.

If I could touch your lips with mine,
The thought of this is so divine.

I want to feel you, touch, and kiss,
send you into a heavenly bliss,
I want you, need you, love you.

Joy of My Heart

Joy of My Heart

By Joyce Hemsley

No-one can tear us apart
I love you with all of my heart
More than the moon
More than the stars
Longing forever to be where you are
Coz I love you with all of my heart.

No-one can tear us apart
I feel sad and blue
"Only" dreaming of you
For your love is the joy of my heart.



By Joyce Hemsley

Gentle serenity is what you are,
and your love makes me feel
well above par ... calmimg my pain
time and again, serenading my soul
and making me whole.

You are blessed with tranquility,
an angelic star - you bring joy and romance
wherever you are.

My One and Only Love

My One and Only Love

There are just so many words
But I can't find one that's perfectly true.

I have said lots of I love yous
Have given you lots of kisses and hugs
I have given you my all
But still those are just not enough.

You're the only one I desire
You're the only one in my heart
Through good and bad times
Nothing can keep us apart.

Love Of My Life

Love Of My Life

What I want most in my life,
Is to be your loving and caring wife.
To look into each other's eyes,
As we lay beneath the skies.
The warm sun, blue skies, and the gentle breeze
Makes me feel weak in the knees!
I want to be with my best friend,
So, we can grow old together -- till the end.

The Way I Love You

The Way I Love You

I never really know how you feel
I can't read your mind
I just keep waiting ...

Take me to your heart
Show me where to start
Let me play the part of your first love.

Oh, I know down deep you love me
But are you ever gonna love me
The way I love you?

The Way I Love You

The Way I Love You

I never really know how you feel
I can't read your mind
I just keep waiting ...

Take me to your heart
Show me where to start
Let me play the part of your first love.

Oh, I know down deep you love me
But are you ever gonna love me
The way I love you?

My Everything

My Everything

I want be the wind that fills your sail
Be the hand that lifts your veil
Be the moon that moves your tides
The sun coming up in your eyes
Be the spark that lights you up
All that you've been dreaming of
And more ... so much more
I want be your everything!

Silent Love

Silent Love

Silent Love Shy Love by Luke W.

The word Love,
Love is something we all can enjoy,
It is something we all can share,
Only with that special someone,
Who we all care about.
But why are we scared of it?
I don't know why,
But if I wasn't,
I would tell you every time,
Rain or shine,
Every time we're apart I nearly cry,
Because this love inside of me is strong,
There are no boundaries that it can hide,
I want to scream it out,
But I'm too shy,
So I wait and watch wishing,
That I had the courage to tell you,
How much I feel inside.
This is to that special someone.
I Love You.

Three Words

Three Words

There's so much I wanna say
Through words T tried to convey.
Bombastic words and colorful phrase
I tried to use, but all in vain.

Poems, lyrics, compositions too
I tried to write all that I feel.
But nothing beats these simple three words:
I Love You !

Sweet Love

Sweet Love

Put your hand in mine now and forever
Darling, here I stand, stand before you
Deep inside I always knew
It was you, you and me
Two hearts drawn together bound by destiny
Every road leads to your door
Every step I take forever more ...
Oh, sweet love.

Whispers Of The Night

Whispers Of The Night

Listen To The Winds Soft Cry
Of A Lady Singing Her Lullaby
Whispers Of The Night So Long
Wishing For That Famous Love Song

You Are My Light
When Darkness Falls
You Are My Sight
In My Darkened Halls

Hear The Joy Of An Angel's Glee
When The People Around Her Now See
With Eyes So Clear And Pure
All Now Really Can Be Sure

True Love Short Love Poem

True Love Short Love Poem

By Luke Vallejo

Everywhere I go your smile is there
When I think of you the stars overhead are bright
My love for you kindles even in the darkness of night.

When I dream the moon beams down your name
And when you're not around my heart aches for you.

You enchant me with your eyes
The sound of your voice makes all my dreams come true.

You are my heart's delight; it burns ever so bright
Every time I try to resist you
I just realize my love for you is true.

An Angel's Kiss by Morgan Evans

An Angel's Kiss by Morgan Evans

An Angel's Kiss,
Is like so much bliss.
And that Angel is you.
You know what to do.

You love to make me smile,
Every time I've been sad for a while.
The feelings are growing.
And they are showing.

An Angel's Kiss,
Is something I'm glad exists.
You're someone I know.
And you help me grow.

Please tell me.
How you feel.
So I know.
If it's real.

But it's An Angel's Kiss.
It's something I shall not ever miss.
I love you.
And that I will always do.

Star Of My Life

Star Of My Life

A look from you is as blinding as the sun,
As stunning as your eyes I lose myself in.
A look from you is as pure as the clear blue sky,
When I'm with you.

Every minute I'm not around you,
I feel like I left something behind.
Every time I'm not looking at you,
I feel like I am blind.

Sweet Dreams Of Love

Sweet Dreams Of Love

I keep thinking of you and I wish on a star that, somewhere, you are thinking of me, too!

Sweet dreams of love, of us holding each other tight and whispering the essence of our loving beings...

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room, dreaming about you and me!

Forever Love

Forever Love

You are my description of love
You are my description of friend
You are my description of everything
You are my description of beginning to end.

You have put me on a pedestal
You make me feel ten feet tall
You've always been there for me
You've loved me through it all.

You've stood by me through thick and thin
You've always been patient and kind
Just thought I'd let you know
You're the owner of this heart of mine.

So you ask how long I'll love you
Well this is what I have to say
Past, present, future, always
Forever and a day!

What It Means To Love

What It Means To Love

As far as the ocean is wide
through miles and miles of sea;
You will be someone special
a true miracle to me.

As high upon the mountain tops
as high as one can climb;
You will be so dear to me
the best friend I can find.

As many stars that twinkle
throughout the heavens above;
You will be a a bright reminder
of what it means to love.

Just YOU

Through the darkness
I can see your light
And you will always shine
And I can feel your heart in mine
Your face I've memorized
I idolize just you.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010



Author: Cara G. Stanfield

You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise.
You're the last thing I think of
Each night when I close my eyes.

You're in each thought I have
And every breath I take.
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move I make.

I want to prove I love you
But that's the hardest part.
So, I'm giving all I have to give
To you... I give my heart.



Author: Robert Small

As I write, I'll sing this song
for the greatest love I've ever known.
To my heart, you have the only key,
I beg of you, never set me free.

I prayed to God for a love so true
now, I, realize He already knew.
In time my prayer WAS answered,
the most wonderful woman

What we share feels so right
to say I love you every night.
Wonderful moments shared,
precious memories, still tell me you care.

I see your shadow,
as I lay myself to sleep.
Dreams of you, oh so sweet
in my heart, I will keep.

Look into my heart, my life.
Tell me, what do you see?
can you feel the need, the want, as I
to be your husband, you my wife.

Much joy and happiness you've brought me.
If I had life to live again, I'd want to with you,
my lover, my best friend.
Always and Forever, I'll love you till the end.



Author: Cynthia

I see it in your eyes
I see it in your face
I ask myself is it really there?
I ask you and you say nothing at all

I wonder have you ever felt this way before?
I hear your heart beat and you say nothing at all
I see a twinkle in your eyes
I guess you feel it too, don't you?

I feel your hand in mine
I see cupid's arrow of love just hit you
I ask you "can you feel it?"
I hear those words " I Love You"

A New Life Was Waiting

A New Life Was Waiting

Author: Joyce Hemsley

Inviting - exciting - emotion
with power I had never known,
a world of unchained devotion
because you were my very own.
I had fallen in love with you.

Together we sailed in springtime
to an isle beyond seas of blue,
and when we returned, a new life
was waiting, in a valley of dreams
where I first fell in love with you.

A Heart Of Stone

A Heart Of Stone

Author: Beckie M.

Once I had a heart of stone
For it had surley lost its home
It could not love or wanted too
But in my life, then came you.

The stones began to fall away
As happiness began to fill my day
A feeling so sweet and special too
Could this be love, I pray is true.

My heart now sings a song of love
For I know that it was sent from above
My heart is warm, there is no cold
Hard no more, but with wings of gold.

It soars above the sky so high
Sometimes I think of why and cry
My heart now sings a loving song
For the part of me I thought was gone.

The gift that you have given me
Is so important, can't you see
No more sadness or being alone
For now my heart returns to home.



Author: Randall Drymen

Your smile awakens my soul,
As the sun awakens the day.
A kiss and my life is yours,
It seems a fair price to pay.
Your touch arouses my senses,
As the moon arouses the night.
Hold me and win me forever,
In your arms all things are right.
Your heart endures all emotion,
As the sky endures all the stars.
Love me and we'll have eternity,
There is no greater love than ours.



Author: Jo'Lene Tover

On the wings of an eagle,
My love for you flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
And touching the skies.

I reached up above,
And pulled a star from the sky.
To place it within,
Your precious minds eye.

To dwell there forever,
As my love for you.
On the wings of our love,
Enduring and true.

I honor you my darling,
With all that I am.
Please darling please,
Will you be my man?

There are so many things,
My heart wants to say.
I love you sweetheart,
There is no other way.



Author: Yvonne Warren

I never knew there would be a better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow

My days of sadness are a thing of the past
Because I have found true love at last

My days of emptiness are gone for good
Because you fill a void in my heart that you should

You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue to burn bright.

Kiss for the first timE

“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” -Emil Ludwig quotes (German Biographer and Writer who is internationally known for his many popular biographies, 1881-1948)

You Smile at Me

“I love you smile at me, I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near....I believe this is heaven to no one else but me.” -Sarah McLachlan quotes (Canadian Singer and Songwriter, b.1968)


“Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with” -Gillian Anderson quotes (American Actress (Dana Sculley-X Files), b.1968)


“When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.” Katiesays Tom Robbins quotes (American Novelist. b.1936)

Tuesday, August 10, 2010



by Melanie
(League City, TX, America)

Your eyes are nice and blue like the ocean waves,
Your lips are soft and pink like the bubble gum you chew,
You face is soft and dotted with small freckles,
Your hair is blond and filled with curls like the noodles in a bowl.
And when you wake up in the morning when you awake... go to work then around 3:00 drive that long drive to the small apartment that you live in and when evening comes around, I will be waiting for us to take our long walks on the beach, bare feet in the sand waves hitting our toes, but tonight I'll have a small ring in a small box in my jean pocket.

Never Kissed

“You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.”

“True love is like a pair of socks: you gotta have two and they've gotta match.”


“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

If you give me one kiss...

18th November 1912
33 Kensington Square

No more shams -- a real love letter this time -- then I can breathe freely, and perhaps who knows begin to sit up and get well --

I haven't said 'kiss me' because life is too short for the kiss my heart calls for... All your words are as idle wind -- Look into my eyes for two minutes without speaking if you dare! Where would be
your 54 years? and my grandmother's heart? and how many hours would you be late for dinner?

-- If you give me one kiss and you can only kiss me if I say 'kiss me' and I will never say 'kiss me' because I am a respectable widow and I wouldn't let any man kiss me unless I was sure of the wedding ring --

(Liza, I mean).

George Bernard Shaw, an Irish dramatist, and 'Stella' (Beatrice Campbell, English actress), corresponded for 40 years.

Goodbye my Angel

December 30, 1915

Off you go again alone and its with a very heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long -- I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine.

You are my very life Sweetheart, and every separation gives such endless heartache...

Goodbye my Angel, Husband of my heart I envy my flowers that will accompany you. I press you tightly to my breast, kiss every sweet place with tender love...

God bless and protect you, guard you from all harm, guide you safely and firmly into the new year. May it bring glory and sure peace, and the reward for all this war has cost you.

I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes - I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation. Goodbye wee one, Lovebird, Sunshine, Huzy mine, Own!

Tsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia

Goodbye my Angel

December 30, 1915

Off you go again alone and its with a very heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long -- I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine.

You are my very life Sweetheart, and every separation gives such endless heartache...

Goodbye my Angel, Husband of my heart I envy my flowers that will accompany you. I press you tightly to my breast, kiss every sweet place with tender love...

God bless and protect you, guard you from all harm, guide you safely and firmly into the new year. May it bring glory and sure peace, and the reward for all this war has cost you.

I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes - I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation. Goodbye wee one, Lovebird, Sunshine, Huzy mine, Own!

Tsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia

Definition of Beauty

Sophia Amelia Peabody (1809-71) was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1809, the youngest of three sisters. Sophia, though troubled by ill health for much of her life, was a good painter and a skillful copyist. From 1833-35 she lived in Cuba, in the hope that the climate might there improve her health. She also wrote articles that were published in American journals. After her marriage to Nathaniel Hawthorne she proved a supportive resourceful wife, at one time keeping the family finances afloat by making lampshades.

Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-64) American novelist and short story writer, was born in Salem, Massachusetts. His father died when he was four. By 1842 he had a growing reputation as a short story writer but little income. In a period of unemployment between work for the customs service he wrote The Scarlet Letter (1850), at once hailed as a masterpiece. The novel that followed, The House of the Seven Gables, the story of a curse eventually lifted by love, solidified his reputation as a fine writer. From 1853-57 he served in England as American consul in Liverpool, and then visited Italy with his family. They returned to New England, where Hawthorne died at age 60.

December 31, 1839

Best Beloved,

I send you some allumettes (lampshades) wherewith to kindle the taper. There are very few but my second finger could no longer perform extra duty. These will serve till the wounded one be healed, however. How beautiful is it to provide even this slightest convenience for you, dearest! I cannot tell you how much I love you, in this back-handed style. My love is not in this attitude,-- it rather bends forward to meet you.

What a year has been to us! My definition of Beauty is, that it is love, and therefore includes both truth and good. But those only who love as we do can feel the significance and force of this.

My ideas will not flow in these crooked strokes. God be with you. I am very well, and have walked far in Danvers this cold morning. I am full of the glory of the day. God bless you this night of the old
year. It has proved the year of our nativity. Ha not the old earth passed away from us?--are not all things new?

Your Sophie


Considered the ideal Japanese hero, Lord Kimura Shigenari was the Governor of Nagato in the 16th century. In this letter, Lady Shigenari, sensing that her husband would soon be killed in battle, chooses to take her own life rather than continue the journey of life alone.

16th Century

I know that when two wayfarers 'take shelter under the same tree and slake their thirst in the same river' it has all been determined by their karma from a previous life. For the past few years you and I have shared the same pillow as man and wife who had intended to live and grow old together, and I have become as attached to you as your own shadow. This is what I believed, and I think this is what you have also thought about us.

But now I have learnt about the final enterprise on which you have decided and, though I cannot be with you to share the grand moment, I rejoice in the knowledge of it. It is said that (on the eve of his final battle) the Chinese general, Hsiang Yü, valiant warrior though he was, grieved deeply about leaving Lady Yü, and that (in our own country) Kiso Yoshinaka lamented his parting from Lady Matsudono. I have now abandoned all hope about our future together in this world, and (mindful of their example) I have resolved to take the ultimate step while you are still alive. I shall be waiting for you at the end of what they call the road to death.

I pray that you may never, never forget the great bounty, deep as the ocean, high as the mountains, that has been bestowed upon us for so many years by our lord, Prince Hideyori.

To Lord Shigenari, Governor of Nagato
From His Wife

If I did not love you, I would try to get money from you

To Monsieur Duval

My dear Friend,

Yes, I have told you, and repeat it: I love you dearly.
You certainly said the same thing to me, I begin to know the world.

I will tell you what I suggest, now: pay attention.
I don't want to remain a shopgirl, but a little more my own mistress, and would therefore like to find someone to keep me.

If I did not love you, I would try to get money from you; I would say to you, you shall begin by renting me a room and furnishing it; only as you told me that you are not rich, you can take me to your own place.

It will not cost you anymore rent, nor more for your table and the rest of your housekeeping. To keep me and my headdress will be the only expense, and for those give me one hundred livres a month, and that will include everything.

Thus we could both live happily, and you would never again have to complain about my refusal. If you love me, accept this proposal; but if you do not love me, then let each of us try his luck elsewhere.

Good-by, I embrace you heartily,
Jeanne Rancon (1761)
(later known as Madame Du Barry)

Whether or not M. Duval's ardor was dampened by this letter, we have no way of knowing. What we do know is that before many months passed, Jeanne was installed in the household of Count Du Barry. A gentleman whose wealth was derived from "unmentionable sources." It is believed that Jeanne acted as his decoy for a gambling establishment. With his help, she advanced to the boudoir of Louis XV. The story of her rise to power in the court, her flight from France and her execution during the revolution in a most dramatic story of those times. She was guillotined at the age of forty-seven, on December 7, 1793.

When YOU have told me to think of YOU

Elizabeth Moulton Barrett (1806-61) poet, was born near Durham, England, eldest of a family of 12 children, and grew up in the countryside. In 1838 the Barretts moved to 50 Wimpole Street, London. By the time Robert Browning began to correspond with her in 1845, she was an established poet. Four years after their runaway marriage, she wrote her most famous love poems, Sonnets from the Portuguese.

The couple settled in Florence, where their son, Robert Wiedemann Barrett (known as Pen for short), was born in 1849. Elizabeth was then 43. She had a huge popular success with Aurora Leigh (1857), a love story in verse. Her always delicate health gradually became worse; she died on June 29, 1861, and is buried in Florence.

Robert Browning (1812-89) a great Victorian poet, was born in London, the son of a clerk in the Bank of England, and educated by his father, who paid for the printing of his first poems. His early works, mostly verse plays, were little read and less understood. Men and Women (1855), his first collection of dramatic lyrics, sold few copies and the disappointed Browning abandoned writing to care for his adored wife. After her death he turn again to poetry; Dramatis Personae (1864) was a success and was followed by his greatest work, The Ring and the Book (1868-69), which established him as a literary giant, although his many succeeding books never sold as well as Elizabeth's. He died in Venice in the winter of 1889 and is buried in Westminster Abbey.

January 10, 1846

Do you know, when you have told me to think of you, I have been feeling ashamed of thinking of you so much, of thinking of only you--which is too much, perhaps. Shall I tell you? It seems to me, to myself, that no man was ever before to any woman what you are to me--the fulness must be in proportion, you know, to the vacancy...and only I know what was behind--the long wilderness without the blossoming rose...and the capacity for happiness, like a black gaping hole, before this silver flooding. Is it wonderful that I should stand as in a dream, and disbelieve--not you--but my own fate?

Was ever any one taken suddenly from a lampless dungeon and placed upon the pinnacle of a mountain, without the head turning round and the heart turning faint, as mine do? And you love me more, you say?--Shall I thank you or God? Both,--indeed--and there is no possible return from me to either of you! I thank you as the unworthy may.. and as we all thank God. How shall I ever prove what my heart is to you? How will you ever see it as I feel it? I ask myself in vain. Have so much faith in me, my only beloved, as to use me simply for your own advantage and happiness, and to your own ends without a thought of any others--that is all I could ask you without any disquiet as to the granting of it--May God bless you! -- Your B.A.

If only i were a clever woman

Friday 8 p.m.

If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties of form, plumage, and song!

I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.

I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the less beautiful and appreciative.

I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.

I love you, I love you. my Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.

I recognise you in all the beauty that surrounds me in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all!

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.


Juliette Drouet, French actress, to Victor Hugo, French writer, some time in 1835. She wrote passionate and lyrical love letters to Hugo for over 50 years.

... using all my gratitude.

To Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

...would I, if I could, supplant one of any of the affections that I know to have taken root in you - that great and solemn one, for instance. I feel that if I could get myself remade, as if turned to gold, I WOULD not even then desire to become more than the mere setting to that diamond you must always wear.

The regard and esteem you now give me, in this letter, and which I press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.

- Robert Browning

... belongs to him...

February 1886

My will made by me, Laura Mary Octavia Lyttleton.

I have not much to leave behind me, should I die next month, having my treasure deep in my heart where no one can reach it, and where even death cannot enter...

I want, first of all, to tell Alfred that all I have in the world and all I am and ever shall be, belongs to him more than anyone...

So few women have been as happy as I have been every hour since I married - so few have had such a wonderful sky of love for their common atmosphere, that perhaps it will seem strange when I write down that the sadness of death and parting is greatly lessened to me by the fact of my consciousness of the eternal, indivisible oneness of Alfred and me.

I feel as long as he is down here I must be here, silently, secretly sitting beside him as I do every evening now, however much my soul is the other side, and that if Alfred were to die, we would be as we were on earth, love as we did this year, only fuller, quicker, deeper than ever, with a purer passion and a wiser worship.

Only in the meantime, whilst my body is hid from him and my eyes cannot see him, let my trivial toys be his till the morning comes when nothing will matter because all is spirit.

Laura Lyttleton to Alfred, her husband. She died shortly afterwards in childbirth.

... he won her heart...

Renowned physicist Pierre Curie (1859 - 1906) shared more than a house and bed with his wife Marie: in 1903 they shared the Nobel Prize. Born in Poland, Marie Sklodovska was not only young and charming, but also Pierre's intellectual equal. The following letter contains one of his many marriage proposals, which she initially refused. Eventually, however, he won her heart and they were married in 1895.

August 10, 1894

Nothing could have given me greater pleasure that to get news of you. The prospect of remaining two months without hearing about you had been extremely disagreeable to me: that is to say, your little note was more than welcome.

I hope you are laying up a stock of good air and that you will come back to us in October. As for me, I think I shall not go anywhere; I shall stay in the country, where I spend the whole day in front of my open window or in the garden.

We have promised each other -- haven't we? -- to be at least great friends. If you will only not change your mind! For there are no promises that are binding; such things cannot be ordered at will. It would be a fine thing, just the same, in which I hardly dare believe, to pass our lives near each other, hypnotized by our dreams: your patriotic dream, our humanitarian dream, and our scientific dream.

Of all those dreams the last is, I believe, the only legitimate one. I mean by that that we are powerless to change the social order and, even if we were not, we should not know what to do; in taking action, no matter in what direction, we should never be sure of not doing more harm than good, by retarding some inevitable evolution. From the scientific point of view, on the contrary, we may hope to do something; the ground is solider here, and any discovery that we may make, however small, will remain acquired knowledge.

See how it works out: it is agreed that we shall be great friends, but if you leave France in a year it would be an altogether too Platonic friendship, that of two creatures who would never see each other again. Wouldn't it be better for you to stay with me? I know that this question angers you, and that you don't want to speak of it again -- and then, too, I feel so thoroughly unworthy of you from every point of view.

I thought of asking your permission to meet you by chance in Fribourg. But you are staying there, unless I am mistaken, only one day, and on that day you will of course belong to our friends the Kovalskis.

Believe me your very devoted
Peirre Curie

I am not worthy of your lovE

You bid me write short to you and I have much to say. You also bade me believe that it was a fancy which made me cherish an attachment for you. It cannot be a fancy since you have been for the last year the object upon which every solitary moment led me to muse.

I do not expect you to love me, I am not worthy of your love. I feel you are superior, yet much to my surprise, more to my happiness, you betrayed passions I had believed no longer alive in your bosom. Shall I also have to ruefully experience the want of happiness? Shall I reject it when it is offered? I may appear to you imprudent, vicious; my opinions detestable, my theory depraved; but one thing, at least, time shall show you: that I love gently and with affection, that I am incapable of anything approaching to the feeling of revenge or malice; I do assure you, your future will shall be mine, and everything you shall do or say, I shall not question.

Jane Clairmont to Lord Byron -- 1815


To Robert Browning:

And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything....

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning


January 27, 1918

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well. I am fast shut up like a little lake in the embrace of some big mountains. If you were to climb up the mountains,
you would see me down below, deep and shining - and quite fathomless, my dear. You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

I love you - I love you - Goodnight. Oh Bogey, what it is to love like this!

Katherine Mansfield, writer, to John Middleton Murray

'No, NeveR NeveR'

September 7, 1881

Life has become very dear to me, and I am very glad that I love. My life and my love are one. "But you are faced with a 'no, never never'" is your reply. My answer to that is, "Old boy, for the present I look upon that 'no, never never' as a block of ice which I press to my heart to thaw." Vincent Van Gogh, famous French artist to Theo, his brother, describing his passion for his cousin, Kee. She never withdrew from her position of 'no, never never'.

Vincent Van Gogh, famous Dutch artist to Theo, his brother, describing his passion for his cousin, Kee. She never withdrew from her position of 'no, never never'.

My Dearest Friend,

My Dearest Friend,

...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.

Abigail Adams to John Adams, her husband. He became the second president of the United States. Written December 23, 1782



Always in my MIND, in my HART



I love you, i love you with all my heart. I feel so sad when we are apart. I dream about you all nite and day. I just can't wait till you're mine to stay.

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Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love. ~Albert Einstein


You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip. ~Jonathan Carroll, "Outside the Dog Museum"

LOVE isn't lOvE tiL...

A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
'Til you give it away.
~Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, "You Are Sixteen (Reprise)"