“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all. And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the […]
My question is; how will I know? Maybe I should just believe; I do; believe… In you; You have been very generous to me; Some others not so much, you see. When I wake up I might find cantor An answer to the questions inside, With a hope that I’ve have the answers, To the […]
“Riding a bicycle is not a matter of balance, it is a matter of faith.” You keep going by moving forward, keeping your eyes on the finish; not the ground. That’s my bicycle philosophy.
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, […]
“Courage, dear heart.” – C.S. Lewis The right words, especially at the right time, can be encouraging. They can calm the heart, strengthen the resolve, opening the mind to answers we’ve been aching for. These are always the right words for me. resonating on a level few things do. They echo the tender […]
Love in a Journal.
“This is our one and only chance at mortal life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. Among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are what will help us distinguish between what […]
I could hold out my arms, say “I love you this much” I could tell you how long I will long for your touch How much and how far would I go to prove The depth and the breadth of my love for you? From here to the moon and back Who else in this […]
Why is the magic of desire never satiated… and why does our love seem new and why do we feel so much; still so raw and so sensitive. When do we become the eclipse an the solstice and why do I still long to make love in the mornings; to this passion that is yet […]
There is something about Being here beside you, Its adoration dreaming, Of passions brimming, Steaming. Beneath our façade, Steamy fervor made, It’s a delicate merging, Of bodies swerving, Surging. The innocence Of never endings It’s delicious blending, Sending. Sultry sweltering, drenching, Bursting. From unquenchable thirsting Pure Tantalization, oh the sting It’s undeniable temptation, A fluttering […]