Love
por Jeremy Gould
Love
Sweet love
You found me
Replaced misery with joy
Erased pain flying away forever
Never returning to my body
No mais deadly sins
Gone for good
Thank you
Love
Love
Jealous love
I feel empty
Her eyes looking away
She's finding some other heart
She thinks it's mais valuable
I wasn't good enough
She left me
But why
Love?
Love
Greedy love
You left me
Alone in the rain
To comfort someone else's fear
You took everything with you
Brought back the pain
Now I cry
Fuck you
amor
por Jeremy Gould
Love
Sweet love
You found me
Replaced misery with joy
Erased pain flying away forever
Never returning to my body
No mais deadly sins
Gone for good
Thank you
Love
Love
Jealous love
I feel empty
Her eyes looking away
She's finding some other heart
She thinks it's mais valuable
I wasn't good enough
She left me
But why
Love?
Love
Greedy love
You left me
Alone in the rain
To comfort someone else's fear
You took everything with you
Brought back the pain
Now I cry
Fuck you
amor
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the de praia, praia with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope you guys liked this poem por Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope you guys liked this poem por Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
From childhood's hora I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same fonte I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My coração to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the nuvem that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose said to the Grave.
The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
mais strangely than the dew,
To God's own anjos new,"
The Grave said to the Rose.
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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE
La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"
La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"