Let Me Count The Ways



Proverbs 31:21
"She (a wife) brings him (her husband) good, not harm, all the days of her life."


Gertrude Stein
"Very fine is my valentine and mine, very fine very mine and mine is my valentine."


"In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting on the bed, talking & wondering where the time had gone." - StoryPeople


















Sappho
"Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak, Love shakes my heart."

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
"Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are."

"And the loves to love to love the love..." - Van Morrison


Hafiz
"Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
"


Alvy Singer: Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's...


Hafiz
All these words are just a front.
What I would really like to do
is chain you to my body,
then sing for days & days & days.


A History of Love by Nicole Krauss

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

William Butler Yeats - Brown Penny

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
Robert Frost"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."


John Ashbery - At North Farm

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,
through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?

Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?

Hafiz

"One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough."

"Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you."

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”

“This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.”

Hafiz - With That Moon Language
 
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying,
With that sweet moon language,
What every other eye in this world is dying to hear?