Friday, July 29, 2011

A GIFT OF LOVE - by Sharon MacFadyen











My gift to you is my love
Given from deep within my heart
It is the best I have to offer
And its yours until this earth we depart



                         




You have captured a part of me
A part so very fragile that I am in fear
For it is my heart I have lost
To you my love, the one I hold most dear



                       


I chose to love you now
With all that I have and all that I am
And I pray that God follows us
To guide our steps as we cross this land



                       
  


For it is with His blessings
We will live most at peace with each other
For He is the reason after all
We found one another ........ I Love You!








Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Summer Vacation - by Cora Almar


1 er Mars






I hope you really know
How much I truly care
Because when I’m away from you
It’s like something isn’t there



Bon samedi et Bon week-end



Like on this great vacation
Where I’m having so much fun
It feels like part of me is missing
I wish that I could share this sun


Bonne soirée







I’ve been wishing I could be with you
Each and every day
Because I trust that with you by my side
Everything will always be okay


Bonne soirée



I want to share this awesome experience
With you and only you
If I could, I’d capture every moment
So you could live this, too


Bon jeudi



In a box with sandy beaches
I’d put the perfect skies of blue
And I’d bottle up the endless ocean
To bring it back for you


Bon samedi



I love you like a brother
I hope that’s something you’ll never forget
And I’ll say I’m sorry now
If I ever do something we’ll regret


Bon Dimanche



You don’t know how much I missed you
And for that, I’m glad to be back
Now I know for certain
Forever our friendship will stay in tact.









Come Fly With Me - by Jenny Whitworth


Amoureux.






Walk with me along the path,
And reach up towards the sky,
I’ll be right beside you,
Through each new thing you try.
And anytime you’re ready,
I’ll give you wings to fly.


Amoureux.



If you’ve come upon some roadblocks,
That you struggle to get through,
Just know that I have gone ahead,
To clear the path for you.
And soon you’ll find the place,
That you have been walking too.


Amoureux.



Walk with me, talk with me,
I’ll hear each laugh and cry.
I’ll be your help in trouble,
Your protector and ally,
And anytime you’re ready,
I’ll give you wings to fly.

Mains...

La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente - by Oscar Wilde


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My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For, calling on my Lady's name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.



















O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love's sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.








She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart's delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night.








Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow   sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair.








Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.






Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
The throbbing of the linnet's throat
Is not so sweet to look upon.







As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south.






O twining hands! O delicate
White body made for love and pain!
O House of love! O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!