Hearts are meant to be broken and tattered. Valentine’s Day does not prevent that.
Love And Valentines -Nevertheless I’m not really sure what love is but it certainly seems like something is missing from my life.
It was fun preparing this day’s postings. I think I’ll pick another day to run a 24 hour day post like this. LOVE was a day for me to share.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. Robert Frost
y mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” Alan Watts
“The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Judy Garland
If we still have time, we might still get by
Every time I think about it, I want to cry
With bombs and the devil, and the kids keep comin’
No way to breathe easy, no time to be young. Heart
“Hearts and hearts and broken hearts. Lovely is as lovely does, crushed breath in passion throws.”