Faded Love Letters
Exposing our hearts through love letters the way we want things to be
the outpouring of the soul and drifting into the sea of one another
At times things are passionate prose painful separations,
sometimes hot sometimes cold,
and forbidden lovers they all have meaning to each and everyone of us
Love letters, is it an art to cause something to come true?
Will it change another
Does it excite the keenest pleasure keeping things alive?
All the hours spent in talking, sharing,
and caring. words "I will never let you go"
"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."
~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~
Somehow the love faded along with the love letters!
copyright 2007 by shyloh
Exposing our hearts through love letters the way we want things to be
the outpouring of the soul and drifting into the sea of one another
At times things are passionate prose painful separations,
sometimes hot sometimes cold,
and forbidden lovers they all have meaning to each and everyone of us
Love letters, is it an art to cause something to come true?
Will it change another
Does it excite the keenest pleasure keeping things alive?
All the hours spent in talking, sharing,
and caring. words "I will never let you go"
"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."
~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~
Somehow the love faded along with the love letters!
copyright 2007 by shyloh
2 comments:
Sometimes the magic just won’t quit / go away no matter what two people do, think, become apprehensive about or believe is happening but isn’t. It’s times like that, that you realize that it is T. L. and you’re stuck with it / have to live with it / put up with it regardless of how crazy and impossible it is. Even self manufactured stupidity has no influence!!!
Swooped in to say hey! Enjoyed the post and the read. I'm hmmm about it for the moment.
Later...
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