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����1����when i love��
����i feel that i am the king of time
����i possess the earth and everything on it
����and ride into the sun upon my horse.
����when i love
����i become liquid light
����invisible to the eye
����and the poems in my notebooks
����become fields of mimosa and poppy.
����when i love
����the water gushes from my fingers
����grass grows on my tongue
����when i love
����i become time outside all time.
����when i love a woman
����all the trees
����run barefoot toward me.
����2����love and marriage��
����love is holding hands in the street
����marriage is holding arguments in the street
����love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant
����marriage is chinese take-out
����love is cuddling on a sofa
����marriage is deciding on a sofa
����love is talking about having children
����marriage is talking about getting away from children
����love is going to bed early
����marriage is going to sleep early
����love is a romantic drive
����marriage is a tarmac drive
����love is losing your appetite
����marriage is losing your figure
����love is sweet nothings in the ear
����marriage is sweet nothing's in the bank
����love is a flickering flame
����marriage is a flickering television
����love is 1 drink and 2 straws
����marriage is "don't you think you've had enough!"
����3����do you fear the wind��
����do you fear the force of the wind,
����the slash of the rain?
����go face them and fight them,
����be savage again.
����go hungry and cold like the wolf,
����go wade like the crane:
����the palms of your hands will thicken,
����the skin of your cheek will tan,
����you'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,
����but you'll walk like a man!
����4����winter moon��
����a little white thistle moon
����blown over the cold crags and fens:
����a little white thistle moon
����blown across the frozen heather.
����5����there must be something��
����upon the hill,
����when crescent whispers to shadows,
����trees stretch each tip,
����and owls halt on the branches.
����there must be something
����in the breeze,
����when misty may breathes fragrance,
����windows half open,
����and sunrays shed golden pattern.
����there must be something
����on the beach,
����when sunset kisses the skyline,
����waves twist with bubbles,
����and sand embraces our footprints.
����there must be something
����beneath the snow,
����when quiescence dominates mountains,
����squirrels clutch pinecones,
����and i watch you from a distance.
����6����valentine day��
����you are supposed to buy a rose
����in such pink atmosphere;
����i wonder if roses bloom
����only for us.
����the store owner winks,
����afterwards, you can return them.
����with a little money,
����i hold the rose' destination;
����when the day passes,
����who else will care her petals paled
����somewhere else?
����7����love like morning sun��
����so often, when i'm alone with my thoughts,
����i feel your presence enter me
����like the morning sun's early light,
����filling my memories and dreams of us
����with a warm and clear radiance.
����you have become my love, my life,
����and together we have shaped our world
����until it seems now as natural as breathing.
����but i remember when it wasn't always so -
����times when peace and happiness seemed more
����like intruders in my life than
����the familiar companions they are today;
����times when we struggled to know each other,
����but always smoothing out those rough spots
����until we came to share ourselves completely.
����we can never rid our lives entirely
����of sadness and difficult times
����but we
����can understand them together, and grow
����stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.
����if i don't tell you as often as i'd like,
����it's because i could never tell you enough -
����that i'm grateful for you
����sharing your life with mine,
����and that my love for you will live forever.
����8����the pride of youth��
����proud maisie is in the wood,
����walking so early;
����sweet robin sits on the bush,
����singing so rarely.
����"tell me, thou bonny bird,
����when shall i marry me?"
����"when six braw gentlemen
����kirkward shall carry ye."
����"who makes the bridal bed,
����birdie, say truly?"
����"the gray-headed sexton
����that delves the grave duly."
����"the glowworm o'er grave and stone
����shall light thee steady;
����the owl from the steeple sing,
����welcome, proud lady."
����9����what is love?��
����love is mom's kiss and dad's pat.
����love is sweet roses to a lover and tender caresses to a child.
����love is the tree of friendship.
����love is mutual understanding and support.
����love is forgiveness and sacrifice.
����love is the never-setting sun in the sky.
����love is the spring of the inspiration.
����love is a panacea that cures spiritual wounds.
����love is the candle in the dark and the fireplace against the cold.
����love is a key to open the door of a closed heart.
����love is an oasis on a boundless desert which gives a tired walker strength and hope.
����love is a harbor in a turbulent sea which makes a weary seaman safe and sound.
����love is balmy wind that soothes pain and anxiety from the tempests of the life.
����love is the teacher's persistence in giving lectures when he is ill.
����love is passing a cup of tea to teachers during the break.
����love is sending postcards to parents on their birthdays.
����love is a kind of subtle and precious sensation among human beings.
����love is all!
����10����how do i love thee ?��
����how do i love thee? let me count the ways.
����i love thee to the depth and breadth and height to my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
����for the ends of being and ideal grace.
����i love thee to the level of everyday'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 .
����11����an entrapment��
����my love, i have tried with all my being
����to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
����but nothing seems worthy;
����i know now why shakespeare could not
����compare his love to a summer��s day.
����it would be a crime to denounce the beauty
����of such a creature as thee,
����to simply cast away the precision
����god had placed in forging you.
����each facet of your being
����whether it physical or spiritual
����is an ensnarement
����from which there is no release.
����but i do not wish release.
����i wish to stay entrapped forever.
����with you for all eternity.
����our hearts, always as one.
����12����keep your direction��
����what would you do if you failed��
����many people may choose to give up.
����however��
����the surest way to success is to keep your direction and stick to your goal.
����on your way to success��
����you must keep your direction.
����it is just like a lamp��
����guiding you in darkness and helping you overcome obstacles on your way.
����otherwise�� you will easily get lost or hesitate to go ahead.
����direction means objectives. you can get nowhere without an objective in life.
����you can try to write your objective on paper and make some plans to achieve it.
����in this way�� you will know how to arrange your time and to spend your time properly.
����and you should also have a belief that you are sure to succeed as long as you keep your direction all the time.