Romantic Words

Romantic Words.

When I die, I wish to comeback as one of her tears.
What man would be so lucky
As to have been conceived in her heart,
Born in her eyes,
Live on her cheeks,
And die at her lips
- Unknown author

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Mario meets Ruth
From Cetic - The Comic

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven,
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

- Love's Philosophy, Percy Shelley (1792-1822)

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight
Phyllis Diller

Couple's 81st wedding anniversary

Britain's longest living married couple have celebrated their 81st wedding anniversary.

BBC Online, 26 May 2009

Frank and Anita Milford, who live together in a nursing home in Plymouth, Devon, exchanged vows on 26 May, 1928.

Frank is 101 and Anita will be 101 next month. In February they will break the record to become the longest married couple in Britain.

They say they still have little arguments, but will always have a kiss and cuddle before they go to bed.

The pair, who said there was no "magic secret" to a happy marriage, met at a YMCA dance in the St Budeaux area of Plymouth in 1926 and were married two years later at Torpoint register office.

Blitz escape

Mr Milford worked at Devonport dockyard until his retirement at the age of 60.

The couple stayed in Plymouth throughout World War II.

During the Blitz they narrowly escaped two bombs, including one which fell on their house.

They have two children, five grandchildren and seven great grandchildren.

Their 74-year-old son, also called Frank, said the main secret of his parents' wedded bliss was simply being happy with each other.

"They've enjoyed themselves, enjoyed their lives very much but they've been always very content with their lot," he said.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

- Elizabeth Browning (to her husband Robert Browning)

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
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.

- William Butler Yeats

"What does Love mean?"
Allegedly posed to a group of children, these were some of the replies:

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth" - Billy
(i read that and loved it...this is exactly how I feel when you say my name)
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired" - Terri
(you make me smile when I am tired and sad)
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well" - Tommy
(I hope that will be us xxxx)

You represent a world in me, a world that was not born until you arrived, and it is only by us meeting that this new world is born
- Anais Nin

Never stop smiling, not even when youre sad -
someone might fall in love with your smile
- Unknown author

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower
- Albert Camus

Always and Forever
(the Mario Lopez dance version of this song is out of this world)

Sometimes at night
When I look up to the sky
I start to think of you
And then ask myself why
Why do I love you?
I think and smile
Because I know the list could run on for miles

The whisper of your voice
The warmth of your touch
My feelings are so strong
And I love you so much
Why do I love you?
I think and smile
Because I know the list could run on for miles

Always and forever

"Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident"

- Captain Corelli's Mandolin, p345

Saprai che non tamo e che tamo

Saprai che non t'amo e che t'amo
perch la vita in due maniere,
la parola un'ala del silenzio,
il fuoco ha una met di freddo.

Io t'amo per cominciare ad amarti,
per ricominciare l'infinito,
per non cessare d'amarti mai:
per questo non t'amo ancora.

T'amo e non t'amo come se avessi
nelle mie mani le chiavi della gioia
e un incerto destino sventurato.

Il mio amore ha due vite per amarti.
Per questo t'amo quando non t'amo
e per questo t'amo quando t'amo.

- Pablo Neruda (Cento sonetti damor, XLIV)

I spent last night dreaming of your eyes,
but your hair kept getting in the way.

Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been,
but when I tried to kiss them,
my pillow told me I'd missed them.

Your voice dropped by and sang a lullaby,
and it was then I knew just what to do.
I'd fall asleep and then,
I'd dream of you again.

- Harry Connick Jr.

"Give me my Romeo and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night"

- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

For we lose not only by death,
But also by leaving and being left,
By changing and letting go and moving on
- Judith Viorst

The sound of a kiss is not
So loud as a cannon,
But its echo lasts
A great deal longer!
- Unknown author

Don't cry because it's over
Smile because it happened
- Unknown author

"Carolus V, Emperor of Rome, was quoted to say that the Hispanic tongue was
seemingly to converse with God, the French with friends, the German with
enemies, and the Italian with the feminine sex"
- Mikhail Lomonosov

"I would rather be a ghost drifting by your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you -
because of your love I will never be a lonely spirit"

From the film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

"As in the soft and sweet eclipse
When soul meets soul on lovers' lips"

- Shelley

Sonnet 17

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Pablo Neruda

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?
Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

Shakespeare:

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs - Romeo and Juliet

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap - Henry VI

It is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury - Sonnet 40

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds - Sonnet 116

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love
- Hamlet

You have witchcraft in your lips - Henry V

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, and therefore to be won - Henry VI

We that are true lovers run into strange capers - As You Like It

Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed - The Passionate Pilgrim

Beauty for some provides escape
Who gain a happiness in eyeing
The gorgeous buttocks of the ape
Or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying
-Aldous Huxley

My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:

For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.

No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on:

But Beauty's self she is,
When all her robes are gone.

- Author unknown

The earth is like the breasts of a woman,
useful as well as pleasing
- Sotho proverb

Nessun Dorma

Nessun dorma, nessun dorma ... Tu pure, o Principessa, Nella tua fredda stanza, Guardi le stelle Che tremano d'amore E di speranza.	No one sleeps, no one sleeps... Even you, o Princess, In your cold room, Watch the stars, That tremble with love And with hope.
Ma il mio mistero chiuso in me, Il nome mio nessun sapr, no, no, Sulla tua bocca lo dir Quando la luce splender, Ed il mio bacio scioglier il silenzio Che ti fa mia.	But my secret is hidden within me; My name no one shall know, no, no, On your mouth I will speak it When the light shines, And my kiss will dissolve the silence That makes you mine.

Il nome suo nessun sapr E noi dovrem, ahim, morir.	No one will know his name And we must, alas, die.

Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincer!	Vanish, o night! Set, stars! At daybreak, I shall conquer!
- from Puccini's Turandot

Extract from: Commentary on Symbolism, Poetry, and "Nessun Dorma", Mark D. Lew

After A While

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn ...

-Veronica A. Shoffstall

...and if one were to be a little more cynical (and realistic perhaps?):

Indulge no more may we
In this sweet-bitter pastime
The love light shines the last time
Between you, Dear, and me.

Though fervent was our vow
Though ruddily ran our pleasure
Bliss has fulfilled its measure
And sees its sentence now.

Ache deep; but make no moans:
Smile out; but stilly suffer:
The paths of love are rougher
Than thoroughfares of stones.

- Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

"...there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes"

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

They, asked me how I knew,
My true love was true,
I of course replied, something here inside,
Can not be denied.

They, said some day you'll find,
All who love are blind,
When you heart's on fire, you must realize,
Smoke gets in your eyes.

So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed,
To think they would doubt our love,
And yet today, my love has gone away,
I am without my love.

Now laughing friends deride,
Tears I cannot hide,
So I smile and say, when a lovely flame dies,
Smoke gets in your eyes,

Smoke gets in your eyes.

- written by Jerome Kern (music) and Otto Harbach (lyrics) for the musical "Roberta" in 1933

Love is an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage
- Dr. Karl Bowman

You love me so much,
You want to put me in your pocket.
And I should die there smothered
- D.H. Lawrence

Have you ever been in love?
Horrible, isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest
And it opens your heart
And it means someone can get inside you
And mess you up.

You build up all these defenses.
You build up this whole armor,
For years, so nothing can hurt you,
Then one stupid person,
No different from any other stupid person,
Wanders into your stupid life...

You give them a piece of you.
They don't ask for it.
They do something dumb one day
Like kiss you, or smile at you,
And then your life isn't yours own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.
It eats you out and leaves you
Crying in the darkness,
So a simple phrase like
'Maybe we should just be friends'
Or 'how very perceptive'
Turns into a glass splinter
Working its way into your heart.

It hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt,
A body-hurt, a real
gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love

- Rose Walker, in Sandman: The Kindly Ones

How empty of me,
To be so full of him
- Janet Jackson

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves"
- Shakespeare

Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, Chapter 4

To Failure by Philip Larkin

You do not come dramatically, with dragons
That rear up with my life between their paws
And dash me butchered down beside the wagons,
The horses panicking; nor as a clause
Clearly set out to warn what can be lost,
What out-of-pocket charges must be borne
Expenses met; nor as a draughty ghost
That's seen, some mornings, running down a lawn.
It is these sunless afternoons, I find
Install you at my elbow like a bore
The chestnut trees are caked with silence. I'm
Aware the days pass quicker than before,
Smell staler too. And once they fall behind
They look like ruin. You have been here some time.

Heads in the Women's Ward by Philip Larkin

On pillow after pillow lies
The wild white hair and staring eyes;
Jaws stand open; necks are stretched
With every tendon sharply sketched;
A bearded mouth talks silently
To someone no one else can see.

Sixty years ago they smiled
At lover, husband, first-born child.

Smiles are for youth. For old age come
Death's terror and delirium.