Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It’s easy.
Nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It’s easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together, now!)
All you need is love. (everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).
Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
“All you need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.” – Charles Schultz
XXXX’s and OOOO’s to you too Alice
You can never have too much love. We all need to remember that from time to time.
:o)
With all this beautiful poetry being shared here today my comment almost seems out of place so here is the poem that I recieved for my birthday from the Lady in Idaho who has captured my heart and nurtured me along all these last months since I first came to find the Pond and it expresses how I feel about many of you here as my circle of friends has grown and carried me immeasurably…..
Come in the evening, or come in the morning,
Come when you’re looked for, or come without warning,
Kisses and welcomes you’ll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here, the more I’ll adore you.
-Thomas O. Davis
xoxo to all!
The archaeologist is busy analyzing stones.
In the rubble of legends he searches for his own eyes
to show
that I am a sightless vagrant on the road
with not one letter in civilization’s alphabet.
Meanwhile in my own time I plant my trees.
I sing of my love.
Mahmoud Darwish
This is my favorite poem about love. Jim and I had it read at our wedding.
The Good Morrow by John Donne.
My Valentine Card
For telling me quite bluntly
when my clothing looks absurd
And helping me dress tastefully
instead of like a nerd
For never really minding
when I’m hogging the remote
And when I’m channel surfing
never reaching for my throat
For listening when I babble
’bout the problems where I work
And never saying things like
knock it off you whiney jerk
For seeing to it that I try
to eat some healthy food
And finding me attractive
even though you’ve seen me nude
I will add a poem I wrote to honor my lover’s memory. Don’t be sad for me cause it was the best 5.5 years of my life and the love is still strong.
Very nice!
thank you!!!
Even though I am not really a fan of the “game points.”
And whether you like it or not, I am sorry for your loss, but not for you, because someone is waiting for you in Heaven, even if you do not believe in Heaven, s/he will still be there, waiting, and probably smirking.
Now feel appropriately ashamed of yourself for making an old man wipe his eyes on Valentine’s day.
Thank you. Don is watching over me everyday and very much in my heart.
…but one of my favorite writings on love is from I Corinthians 13:1-13 (edits and emphasis mine):
Hugs & kisses to everyone today. Though it may be a hallmark holiday, celebrate anyway!
Mwahhh!!! :<D
One of the best.
I have this framed in my house. It’s beautiful.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood”
One of my favorite thoughts — thanks!
My eyes adored you
Though I never laid a hand on you
My eyes adored you
Like a million miles away from me you couldn’t see
How I adored you
So close, so close and yet so far…
I love Frankie Valli.
Also, here’s where to go in case anyone needs an Anti-Valentine.
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ISTANBUL — It is as small as a cellphone, but its message is anything but modern. A small tablet in a special display this month at the Istanbul Museum of the Ancient Orient is thought to be the oldest love poem ever found, the words of a lover from more than 4,000 years ago.
“After all these years, very little has changed. There’s still jealousy, unfaithfulness and sexuality in affairs of love as in the times of Sumerians. I just wished whoever has written the poem could see how popular the tablet has now become.”
The Sumerian tablet was unearthed in the late 1880s in Nippur, an ancient city in what is now Iraq, and had been resting quietly in a modest corner of the museum.
Oldest poem found from Sumerian times 2,300 BC, the first lines in the cuneiform tablet reads:
Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet,
You have captivated me, let me stand trembling before you,
Bridegroom, I would be taken to the bedchamber.
He apparently does ...Bridegroom, you have taken your pleasure of me,
Tell my mother, she will give you delicacies,
My father, he will give you gifts.
Turkey is second only to the United States in its collection of Sumerian documents. Muazzez Hilmiye Cig, 93, a retired historian at the museum who is one of only a few people in Turkey who can read the text, said she was fascinated by the way Sumerians perceived love.
“They did not have sexual taboos in love,” she said. “Instead, they believed that only love and passion could bring them fertility and therefore praised pleasures.”
In the agriculture-based Sumerian community, she said, lovemaking between the king and the priestess would have been seen as a way to ensure the fertility of their crops, and therefore the community’s welfare, for another year.
“But I will not let myself be reduced to silence.”
▼ ▼ ▼ MY DIARY
TWU WUV, which is one of our license plates. The other’s EVR AFTR. Going on seventeen years and still silly about each other.
My greed and graft will never fail
so this Valentine’s Day
I liberated 70 tame quail
Love is in the air
Everywhere I look around
Love is in the air
Every sight and every sound
And I don’t know if I’m being foolish
Don’t know if I’m being wise
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air
In the whisper of the trees
Love is in the air
In the thunder of the sea
And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming
Don’t know if I feel sane
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when you call out my name
(Chorus)
Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Love is in the air
In the rising of the sun
Love is in the air
When the day is nearly done
And I don’t know if you’re an illusion
Don’t know if I see it true
But you’re something that I must believe in
And you’re there when I reach out for you
Love is in the air
Every sight and every sound
And I don’t know if I’m being foolish
Don’t know if I’m being wise
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when I look in your eyes
(Repeat Chorus 4X)
Happy day to all my Valentine’s…and I dream of the day when all can celebrate their love without fear or condemnation…
…and I dream of the day when all can celebrate their love without fear or condemnation…
Damn skippy!!!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
No love was ever lost.
I love you still.
Wanting you to be well and happy and free.
When this you see, remember me.
love to Alice.
love to all.
m. suskind