Our Love

trinityeliza

The gleam in your eyes,
The beat of your heart,
The lows and the highs,
Make fireworks start.

A kiss on my lips,
The scent of your hair,
A heartbeat that skips
at the love in your stare.

Your hand’s gentle touch,
Your body near mine,
That warms me so much
and sends quivers inside

The wry, crooked smile
In a moment of bliss,
Two eyes that beguile -
Yes, love is all this

The sound of your voice,
The warmth of your skin,
Two hearts that rejoice
As love bursts within.

Your cheek on my chest,
As soft as a dove,
Devotion professed -
All this… Is love

velvet I site

trinityeliza wrote:

The gleam in your eyes,
The beat of your heart,
The lows and the highs,
Make fireworks start.

A kiss on my lips,
The scent of your hair,
A heartbeat that skips
at the love in your stare.

Your hand’s gentle touch,
Your body near mine,
That warms me so much
and sends quivers inside

The wry, crooked smile
In a moment of bliss,
Two eyes that beguile -
Yes, love is all this

The sound of your voice,
The warmth of your skin,
Two hearts that rejoice
As love bursts within.

Your cheek on my chest,
As soft as a dove,
Devotion professed -
All this… Is love

"Fate"
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/essays/fatetext.html

velvet I site

you seem to be so busy creating trinity, some interaction is the least that i can offer...

trinityeliza

velvet I site wrote:

you seem to be so busy creating trinity, some interaction is the least that i can offer...

u offer more than that.... how many names do u have dear?????

trinityeliza

velvet I site wrote:

"Fate"
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/essays/fatetext.html

I like that,... Have that in a compilation book at home.

Dreams of Red

trinityeliza wrote:

I like that,... Have that in a compilation book at home.

yeah me too... read some at the bar tonight actually...

"Friendship"
from Essays: First Series (1841)
by
Ralph Waldo Emerson

A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs,
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
I fancied he was fled,
And, after many a year,
Glowed unexhausted kindliness
Like daily sunrise there.
My careful heart was free again, --
O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red,
All things through thee take nobler form,
And look beyond the earth,
And is the mill-round of our fate
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.


the last word is a key...

this might be my favorite poem ever.

trinityeliza

good read...