Omar Akram-Draw me close
If Somebody Loves You
If somebody loves you,
Love's Reality
I WALK, I trust, with open eyes;
Nor unto love, sole mortal thing
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
A Love Letter
I just recall this wondrous instant:
Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Edgar Guest
You cannot be sad;
You've cause for rejoicing,
You've cause to be glad.
You've a subject for song
As you journey your way;
If somebody loves you
You ought to be gay.
If a curly-head baby
Of four is your pride,
Chattering gaily
Along by your side;
All trouble should vanish,
All care disappear,
If the baby who loves you
Is pattering near.
If you've an old mother
Who loves you today;
Your life should be merry,
Your work should be play.
For think of the motherless
Children there are,
Who still plod the roads
Leading ever so far.
If somebody loves you,
A wife or a child;
A mother or father,
A friend who has smiled,
And taken your hand
In a friend's helping way;
You ought to be merry,
You ought to be gay.
For love, after all,
Is the purpose of life;
The purpose of struggle,
And turmoil and strife.
If somebody loves you
Why worry and sigh?
For love we are living,
And love cannot die.
Richard Johnson Art
Coventry Patmore
I've travelled half my worldly course;
And in the way behind me lies
Much vanity and some remorse;
I've lived to feel how pride may part
Spirits, tho' matched like hand and glove;
I've blushed for love's abode, the heart;
But have not disbelieved in love;
Or worth immortal, done the wrong
To count it, with the rest that sing,
Unworthy of a serious song;
And love is my reward: for now,
When most of dead'ning time complain,
The myrtle blooms upon my brow,
Its odour quickens all my brain.
Vidan Art
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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
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.
Vidan Art
Alexander Pushkin
You have arrived before my face --
A vision, fleeting in a distance,
A spirit of the pure grace.
In pine of sorrow unfair,
In worldly harassment and noise
I dreamed of your beloved air
And heard your quiet, gentle voice.
Years passed. The tempests' rebel senders
Have scattered this delightful dream,
And I forgot this sound tender
And how heavenly you seemed.
In gloomy dark of isolation,
My days were gradually moved,
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, life, and love.
My soul awoke with decision:
And you again came as a blest,
Like an enchanting fleeting vision,
A spirit of the pure grace.
My heart beats on in resurrection--
It has again for what to strive:
Divinity and inspiration,
Life, tears, and eternal love.
Jose Miguel Roman Frances Art
W.B. Yeats
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
lovely as always
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