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Favorite love poems Well, since v-day is tommorrow.
The poems you know you can count on to make the panites drop or to give your hand in marriage. Thank You San Alejo for getting rid of my enemies. :-0
Thank You SO much Saint Expedite for your help 
Thank You Virgin de Guadalupe for helping my friend
Thank You Saint Anthony for returning my wallet to me untouched |
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See then pointy bird
pointy pointy Annoint my skin annointy nointy When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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bkw said: See then pointy bird
pointy pointy Annoint my skin annointy nointy  | |
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althom said: bkw said: See then pointy bird
pointy pointy Annoint my skin annointy nointy Not a fan of the film, "The Man With Two Brains"? When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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bkw said: althom said: Not a fan of the film, "The Man With Two Brains"? Oh!!! Is that what it's from? I thought it was something you thought up.  | |
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althom said: bkw said: Not a fan of the film, "The Man With Two Brains"? Oh!!! Is that what it's from? I thought it was something you thought up. I'm not that good.  When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. | |
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bkw said: See then pointy bird
pointy pointy Annoint my skin annointy nointy oooo hot Thank You San Alejo for getting rid of my enemies. :-0
Thank You SO much Saint Expedite for your help
Thank You Virgin de Guadalupe for helping my friend
Thank You Saint Anthony for returning my wallet to me untouched |
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HOW DO I LOVE THEE? ...by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.  | |
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 These aren't poems I could actually say to a person to get in their drawers, but...
* The entire book of Song of Solomon (from the Bible, not Toni Morrison's ) is filled with gorgeous sensuous imagery.
* "Prothelamium," by Aaron Kramer, is probably my favorite love poem of all time. It's not so much about being in love as the anticipation of eventually being in love... with a person, with life, whatever. * Meshell Ndegeocello's "Mary Magdelene." I couldn't dedicate this to anyone as she's singing about a whorish person. But I can't think of a more evocative song about unrequited yearning.[Edited 2/13/05 19:33pm] Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου
μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ πρὸς ὀλίγον ἐστὶ τὸ ζῆν τὸ τέλος ὁ χρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ.” | |
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