My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His

My true love hath my heart and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given;

I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a better bargain driven.

My true love hath my heart and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one;

His heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;

He loves my heart for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides.

My true love hath my heart and I have his.

Philip Sidney

More Thoughts

You walk me with every day even after all this time and distance. None of it seems to matter and I know it never will. Some days I wonder why this was given to me and others I wonder why me.  It is not always easy, the days when I want to talk about it, to tell you what this is, to make sense of it.  Of course  I know it is a gift, what else could sometime so beautiful be. Without it, without you walking with me, I would not see the colors of the day or the stars in the night sky.

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that
recedes;

I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.

Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Sara Teasdale

In the soft hours of morning you are everywhere, almost a whisper.  Words fall from me but stop short of the page and I know deep in my heart they wait for you.

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.  To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.  To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.  ~Kahlil Gibran

Thoughts on a December Night

Love is a doorway to faith and trust, faith in what you believe and trust in your heart and soul.  Love is no easy test as the world is full of doubters, those who do not believe and those who would take pains to destroy the beliefs of others.  Love is a gift for some and a curse for others, the cup half empty or half full.  For me it is a gift, as hard as it is for some to understand, a gift beyond words.

There is so much I would like to say tonight, but perhaps this is not the right place.  I suppose the words would be best left for a conversation, or the private pages of a letter. Something pushes me to write those words and so I have tried and tried again. It is not the eighteen times I tried with a letter once so many months ago, but my words have struggled to find the way.

You have found the way to the garden of my heart and with the key you have entered,  bringing life to that garden. You have filled it with the sounds of a summers day and the soft breeze of night. It is not the man in a picture, but someone beyond what others see, something deep within your words that speaks to me.  I feel you beyond those words and beyond distance, something I will never be able to explain, though I wish I had the chance.

It is late now and the crescent moon shines in the star filled sky. No doubt it is day for you. I hope your day is good and finds you well.

“Le coeur a ses raisons que le raison ne connaît point; on le sait en mille choses.”

“Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire.“

La Rochefoucauld

Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.  ~Malagasy Proverb

 

I  am days late with  my words, but they are always in my heart, if not on the page.   Even if you can hear them unspoken, I would rather you drift on soft words and endless love.