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two people rhyming
(G. K. Chesterton)
It may be conceded to the mathematicians . . .
that 4 is twice 2; But 2 is not twice 1 . . .
Two is two thousand times 1.
A room made of books
A house made of flowers
A love made of us.
from My Little Red Wagon
(Hank Thompson, written by Rex Griffin)
Won't you ride in my little red wagon
Hold tight till we come to the hilltop
I don't want
but I want to
(sung by Jewel Aken)
Let me tell ya 'bout
the birds and the bees
And the flowers and the trees
And the moon up above
And a thing called "Love".
Let me tell ya 'bout the stars in the sky
And a girl and a guy
And the way they could kiss
On a night like this.
When I look into your big brown eyes
It's so very plain to see
That it's time you learned
about the facts of life
Starting from A to Z.
When all the flowers have faded
My feeling for you
I've lost myself in the gift of your love,
amazed and adrift on a secret sea . . .
Just you and me,
beneath the silver of the midnight sky,
a tender embrace, a whisper, a sigh,
discovering treasures we'll cherish together,
today and tomorrow, for now and forever . . .
I never really lived until I loved you.
I Wrote Your Name in My Heart
I wrote you name in the sand,
I wrote your name in the sky,
So I wrote your name in my heart
(Note: There is confusion about authorship of this poem. There is a longer but very similar poem often credited to Shelby Ann Arthur. This version is often credited to Jason Graham. I have seen other variations as well.)
You are Loved
You are so kind.
(Johnny Lee, words and music by John Scott Sherrill, Steve Earle)
When you fall in love
It's out of your hands
It gets into your heart
It changes your plans
But you'll only understand
When you fall in love.
I picked a star to wish upon
And closed my eyes and made a wish
So look up in the sky tonight
The one that holds my wish to you
And when you see that special star
For stars were made to wish upon
(Bette Midler, Conway Twitty and others)
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
Dependability, caring, protection, listening and kindness.
Love does not demand, it asks.
Love does not manipulate into dark ways, but leads to illumination.
Love does not accuse, it questions in a positive manner.
Love is not always being together,
but is an intersection of two people in a world of fast moving fates.
Love is like a solid comfortable hide-a-bed . . .
sturdy, provides excellent support and is durable.
If you know how it works, you can even sleep on it.
(Steven Curtis Chapman © 1992)
I know you've heard me say these words before
But every time I say I love you the words mean something more.
I spoke them as a promise right from the start
I said death would be the only thing that could tear us apart.
And now that you are standing on the edge of the unknown
I love you means I'll be with you wherever you must go.
I will take a heart whose nature is to beat for me alone
And fill it up with you--make all your joy and pain my own.
No matter how deep a valley you go through
I will go there with you.
And I will give myself to love the way love gave itself for me
And climb with you to mountaintops or swim a raging sea.
To the place where one heart is made from two
I will go there with you.
I see it in your tears--you wonder where you are
The wind is growing colder and the sky is growing dark.
Though it's something neither of us understands
We can walk through this together if we hold each other's hand.
I said for better or worse I'd be with you
So no matter where you're going I will go there, too.
The biggest lie you ever told,
Your deepest fear about growing old,
The loneliest night you ever spent,
The angriest letter you never sent,
The girl you swore you'd never leave,
The one you kissed on New Year's Eve,
The sweetest dream you had last night,
Your darkest hour, your hardest fight.
I wanna know you, like I know myself.
I'm waiting for you, there ain't no one else.
I wanna know you, inside out.
I wanna dig down deep,
I wanna lose some sleep
I wanna scream and shout,
I wanna know you inside out
I wanna take my time,
I wanna know you're mine
You know there ain't no doubt,
I wanna know you inside out.
The saddest song you ever heard,
The most you said with just one word.
The longest prayer you ever prayed,
The truest vow you ever made.
What makes you laugh, what makes you cry
What makes you mad, what gets you by.
Your highest high, your lowest low
There are the things I wanna know.
I wanna know your soul,
I wanna lose control
Come on and let it out.
I wanna know you inside out.
When darkness falls upon your heart and soul.
I'll be the light that shines for you.
When you forget how beautiful you are
I'll be there to remind you.
When you can't find your way,
I'll find my way to you.
When troubles come around,
I will come to you.
I'll be your shoulder when you need someone to lean on.
Be your shelter.
When you need someone to see you through.
I'll be there to carry you.
I'll be there.
I'll be the rock that will be strong for you.
The one that will hold on to you.
When you feel that rain falling down.
When there's nobody else around.
And when you're there with no one there to hold.
I'll be the arms that reach for you.
And when you feel your faith is running low.
I'll be there to believe in you.
When all you find are lies.
I'll be the truth you need.
When you need someone to run to.
You can run to me
I'll be the sun.
When your heart's filled with rain.
I'll be the one.
To chase the rain away.
Lying here with you
Listening to the rain
Smile just to see the smile upon your face
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
And these are the moments I'll remember all my life.
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more.
Looking in your eyes
Seeing all I need
Everything you are is everything in me.
These are the moments
I know heaven must exist
And these are the moments
I know all I need is this.
I've found all I've waited for, yeah
And I could not ask for more.
I could not ask for more than this time together.
I could not ask for more than this time with you.
And every prayer has been answered
Every dream I've had's come true.
Yeah, right here in this moment
Is right where I'm meant to be
Here with you here with me.
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you.
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice,
growin old with you.
I'll miss you, kiss you,
give you my coat when you are cold.
Need you, feed you,
I'll even let you hold the remote control.
So let me do the dishes in the kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
Oh I could be the man
to grow old with you.
I wanna grow old with you.
(Georgie Starbuck Galbraith)
"Love while you may."
The poets say.
Love's season is brief.
The pink of May
Has scarcely burst
Before the first
Red leaf of Autumn
Is blown away.
Moments of singing,
Of kissing and clinging
Ride on the wind
Like milkweed fluff,
Like the russet leaf.
Love's season is brief:
Only a lifetime . . .
Not Enough Time
There are not enough hours in a day
If, out of time,
(Lee Greenwood, words and music by Jan Buckingham and Linda Young)
I don't mind the cold when I have a fire to warm me.
I don't mind the rain 'cause it makes the flowers grow.
I can take the bad times when you wrap your love around me.
I don't mind the thorns when you're the rose.
"When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
When leaning with my head again a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill--
Do you remember what it was you said?"
"First tell me what it was you thought you heard."
"Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned on my head
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word--
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say--
Someone said 'Come'--I heard it as I bowed."
"I may have thought as much, but not aloud."
"Well, so I came."
You ask me why I love you, sweet,
Since there are better men.
You set my thoughts awandering:
Why do I love you, then?
It may be there are arms as strong;
There may be eyes as bright;
It may be there are gayer smiles
And footsteps just as light.
It may be there are clearer minds,
Which I have never met,
And spirits that could kindle mine
With wit that's keener yet.
It may be there are gentler hearts
And souls as deep and wise--
But in the mingling of the brew
Love's secret savor lies.
Then not for body, mind or heart,
But for their perfect blend,
I loved you first, and love you still,
And shall, without an end.
Sometimes I let this old world have its way with me
And there is no escape as far as I can see.
Captured by the wind I break so helplessly
I know if not for you there'd be no hope for me.
You are the calm at the center of my storm
When the cold winds blow, you're the fire that keeps me warm.
When this old world gets me down, I will rest inside your arms
You are the calm at the center of my storm.
If I could only learn to always turn to you
Instead of thinking I always know what to do.
Why does it take the darkness for my eyes to see
There's never been a time when you weren't there for me?
May our friendship last forever;
May I be your endless sky;
May we be for each a smile
May we share our special days,
(Arthur L. Gillom)
I want you when the shades of eve are falling
And purpling shadows drift across the land;
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling--
I want the soothing softness of your hand.
I want you when the stars shine up above me,
And Heaven's flooded with bright moonlight;
I want you with your arms and lips to love me
Throughout the wonder watches of the night.
I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling'ring of your kiss--for old time's sake--
With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.
I want you when the day is at its noontime,
Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheet of rain;
I want you when the roses bloom in June-time;
I want you when the violets come again.
I want you when my soul is thrilled with passion;
I want you when I'm weary and depressed;
I want you when in lazy, slumberous fashion
My senses need the haven of your breast.
I want you when through field and wood I'm roaming;
I want you when I'm standing on the shore;
I want you when the summer birds are homing--
And when they've flown--I want you more and more.
I want you, dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear or with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason--
I want you, want you, want you--all the while.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
for the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise;
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith;
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I love you, it's often said not
from the heart, but from the head.
A true felt love cannot be heard,
it does not live in spoken word.
A true felt love cannot be bought,
a lesson learned but seldom taught.
A true felt love is in a look,
it can't be taught from written book.
A true felt love comes from the heart,
it's always there in all or part.
A true felt love is in a touch,
a simple hug can mean so much.
A true felt love can withstand time,
A true felt love is yours and mine.
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home.
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through.
Oh, love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel.
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go.
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know.
When my world falls down around me,
And the ground is sinking sand;
When peace can't be found on this earth,
I reach out for your hand.
Then when your hand wraps 'round my own,
A strength pours from your soul;
It brings me to a quiet calm,
Till once again I'm whole.
A peace beyond all reason,
A rest there in your touch;
Something in your quiet words,
My heart yearns for so much.
If I but rest my worries,
Upon your shoulder there;
The strength that pours forth
from your soul,
Will wash away each care.
Like a cool, sweet taste of water,
For a tired and thirsty man;
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm,
When I reach out for your hand.
A Part of You
A part of you belongs to me,
It holds me safe within my dreams
I keep a part of you with me
The gifts that you have given
Your sweet love surrounds me
You share part of my spirit, love
Everywhere I go in life
What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other
in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?
(Linda Lee Elrod)
When I met you, I had no idea
how much my life
was about to be changed . . .
but then, how could I have known?
A love like ours happens
once in a lifetime.
You were a miracle to me,
the one who was everything
I had ever dreamed of,
the one I thought existed
only in my imagination.
And when you came into my life,
I realized that what I
had always thought
couldn't compare to the joy
loving you brought me.
You are a part of everything
I think and do and feel,
and with you by my side,
I believe that anything is possible.
this day gives me a chance
to thank you for the miracle of you . . .
you are, and always will be,
the love of my life.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
from poem number 249
Wild nights--Wild nights!
(from 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself
the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that when your eyes close I fall asleep.