Poetry & Readings
Of Love
Kahlil Gibran

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let
these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its
melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give
thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's
ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips
A Gift From the Sea
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

One recognizes the truth of Saint Exupery's line: Love does not consist in
gazing at each other. But in looking outward together in the same direction.

For in fact, man and woman are not only looking outward in the same
direction, they are working outward. Here one forms ties, roots, a firm
base....

Here one makes oneself part of the community of men, of human society.

Here the bonds of marriage are formed. For marriage, which is always
spoken of as a bond, becomes actually, in this stage, many bonds, many
strands, of different texture and strength, making up a web that is taut and
firm.

The web is fashioned of love.

Yes, but many kinds of love: romantic love first, then a slow-growing
devotion and, playing through these, a constantly rippling companionship.

It is made of loyalties, and interdependencies, and shared experiences. It
is woven of memories of meetings and conflicts; of triumphs and
disappointments.

It is a web of communication, a common language, and the acceptance of
lack of language too, a knowledge of likes and dislikes, of habits and
reactions, both physical and mental.

It is a web of instincts and intuitions, and known and unknown exchanges.

The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side
by side, looking outward and working outward in the same direction.

It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.
I Love You - Carl Sandburg

I love you for what you are, but I love you yet more for what you are
going to be. I love you not so much for your realities as for your ideals.

I pray for your desires, that they may be great, rather than for your
satisfactions, which may be so hazardously little.  A satisfied flower is
one whose petals are about to fall.

The most beautiful rose is one, hardly more than a bud, wherein the
pangs and ecstasies of desire are working for larger and finer growth.

Not always shall you be what you are right now. You are going forward
toward something great.

I am on the way with you and therefore I love you.
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns

My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.
She walks in Beauty
Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
Go the Distance
Lucas Grabeel
Lyrics from Disney’s Hercules

I have often dreamed, of a far off place
Where a hero’s welcome, would be waiting for me

Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying, this is where I’m meant to be

I’ll be there someday, I can go the distance
I will find my way, if I can be strong

I know ev’ry mile, will be worth my while
When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate
Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you

And a thousand years, would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime, but somehow I’ll see it through

And I won’t look back, I can go the distance
And I’ll stay on track, no, I won’t accept defeat

It’s an uphill slope, but I won’t lose hope
Till I go the distance, and my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero’s strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star, I will go the distance
I will search the world, I will face its’ harms

I don’t care how far, I can go the distance
Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms

I will search the world, I will face it’s harms
Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms
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