happy feet

jpr: Extensive analysis reveals the feet are definitely celtic.

let it begin (again)!

       

Brown Penny

I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon. 

William Butler Yeats

Thanks mom

Love letter from 11 yr old girl...with response

Jpr: I'm touched!

Napkinisms

Billy Ivey is writer and advertising guy living in Birmingham, Alabama. "I'm married to a beautiful woman with whom I have co-created five better than average-looking children, and I sometimes put notes in their lunchboxes."

You Do

Do more than exist, LIVE.
Do more than touch, FEEL.
Do more than look, OBSERVE.
Do more than read, ABSORB.
Do more than hear, LISTEN.
Do more than listen, UNDERSTAND,
Do more than think, PONDER.
Do more than talk, SAY SOMETHING.

- John H. Rhoades

Teenage lv letter

You are

treasured
loved
cherished
respected
honored
longed for and...
missed.

I lv u

Nothing Better than finding a previously "unknown (to me)" writer like this Dude. Giggles and Grins...

Love Song

How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song. 

Rainer Maria Rilke

Love letter

Touching!

The best in disappointment

It happens to all of us.......perhaps too often.....hope is forever!

And stretch

Seems it's never too early for some yoga!

it begins

Mother wants to know who is responsible for this!

A warning label needed

"No sooner met but they looked;
No sooner looked but they loved;
No sooner loved but they sighed;
No sooner signed but they asked one another the reason;
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage."

William Shakespeare, As Your Like It

We wait in joy

For your word,
we wait with joy.

For your presence,
we wait with joy.

In our conscious,
we wait with joy.

You are joy.

Amen!


jpR

An Echo by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoEzNsuOF1U

earliest known love letter

The oldest known love letter is in the Istanbul Archeological Museum in Turkey. It was found about 2200 B.C in the Niffer Valley, about 150 km from Baghdad, Iraq. It was a tradition for the bride to write a romantic poem for her husband on the night they were to marry. The content of the poem was very meaningful and it was intended only for beloved spouse.

Happy valentine day

 Sooo much cuddling!

Romance

“Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century. “
--Mark Twain

“Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent. “
-- William Shakespeare

A christmass email

She walks in Beauty by Byron

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!