Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day

     Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought I would show you some beautiful poetry about love and a sonnet that I wrote myself. Love is such a beautiful thing and God has been good enough to give us so many kinds of love and these poems speak of a few of them. We should celebrate love, especially God’s love for us, every single day, not just on Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine’s, everyone. I hope it’s been grand.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be for Naught by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

To Jane
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
Again.

As the moon's soft splendour
O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
Its own.

The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
To-night;
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Delight.

Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.

Love and Friendship
by Emily Bronte
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

What Love Is
By Me ;)

Love cannot be explicated,
It simply could not be done.
There just is not one,
Thing on earth that is related.

You could say “the sea”, but love is not like the sea,
Whose waves wash up on the land,
Then run away from the sand,
And returns back to the sea.

You could say “a tree”, but love is not like a tree,
Whose branches fall to the ground,
Who always strews its leaves around,
It is not like a tree.

It is not like a breeze,
That blows through plains,
But it will wane,
Love never leaves.

It is not like the moon,
Who will always wax and wane,
Every night, it is not the same,
To time, it is not immune.

There is but one thing that can,
Fully explain what love is,
Because it is His,
And it is His gift to man,

The only example of love that I,
Can think of is God, and He,
Showed his Love to humanity,
When He sent his son to die.

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