When You Are Old By William Butler Yeats
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars. http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/old/old
How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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This one isn't a poem....Just love what it says....
sass wrote: This one isn't a poem....Just love what it says.... First Kiss I imagine sitting alone, in a dimly lit room...discussing ideas, dreams and passions. We are sitting close..but not close enough to touch. I want to reach out and make some type contact with you physically. I listen to you talk and watch your lips form words...I can barely concentrate on what you are saying..My imagination is running wild thinking of how you would taste. Are your lips soft..will they be strong or gentle...Will the kiss if we connect be hungry with desire or passionate with lust...I need to touch, to taste...to feel...Have him so close to me i can hear his breath elevate when I look through his eyes. My need to know is growing with every moment passing...Will he............................................................
Quick,,,some body open a window or a door,,before these monitors spontaneously combust...
G. Linnaeus Banks said,
"I live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the Heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my Spirit too; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do."
"I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the Heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my Spirit too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do."