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BlogJANUARY 07, 2019 by Admin Team
Reflections 2
‘Meeting Point . . . Time was away and somewhere else, there were two glasses and two chairs and two people with the one pulse (somebody stopped the moving stairs). Time was away and somewhere else. And they were neither up nor down; The stream's music did not stop flowing through heather, limpid brown, although they sat in a coffee shop: And they were neither up nor down. Louis MacNeice ‘Notes on love . . . The quiet thoughts of two people a long time in love touch lightly like birds nesting in each other’s warmth. You will know them by their laughter but to each other, they speak mostly through their silence. If they find themselves apart, they may dream of sitting undisturbed in each other’s presence, of wrapping themselves in each other’s ease. Hugh Prather
‘Sonnet 116 . . .
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; Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring barque, 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 ev'n to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
‘A red red rose . . .
O my luve's like a red red rose that's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie that's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still my dear, till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt wi' the sun: Oh I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve, and fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again, my luve, though t’were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns
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