Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Rights;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use ~
In my old griefs, and with childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints.

I love thee with the breadth, smiles, tears of all my life!
And if God choose,
I shall love thee better after death.

Hora tras hora, día tras día,
entre el cielo y la tierra que quedan
eternos vigías,
como torrente que se despeña
pasa la vida.

Devolvedle a la flor su perfume
después de marchita;
de las ondas que besan la playa
y que una tras otra besándola expiran
recoged los rumores, las quejas,
y en planchas de bronce grabad su armonía.

Tiempos que fueron, llantos y risas,
negros tormentos, dulces mentiras,
¡ay!, ¿en dónde su rastro dejaron,
en dónde, alma mía?.

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English Version _______


Hour after hour, day after day, between the sky and the land that remain eternal lookouts, like torrent that is thrown down lives. 

You return him to the flower their perfume after wilted; of the waves that kiss the beach and that an after another kissing it they expire collect the rumors, the complaints, and in bronze plates record their harmony. 

Times that were, crying and laughters, black torments, sweet lies, oh!, where their trace they left, where my soul?.

I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won't be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.

What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?

Do you never even miss me
Don't you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can't erase?

I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke's on me
And Oh! Was I surprised!

In the still of the evening
Without sunlight to intrude
I see the twilight's in your eyes
As the moon sets up the mood

Playing music soft and low
While romance fills the air
I can't help but feel aroused
The very moment you come near

You submit to my embrace
While candles flick their flame
And the smell of sweet perfume
Seems to drive my lust insane

As I look into your eyes
And run my fingers through your hair
I taste the sweetness of your neck
As I nibble at your ear

I then whisper words of love
As you answer with a sigh
And in a very sexy way
Your sweet body comes alive

Your the heat of my desire
As we slowly come undress
I then start to lay you down
While you welcome my caress

With your luscious sexy curves
You have a taste I can't resist
And your breast show some response
When I touch them with a kiss

As I soak inside your love
To a sexy love condition
Feeling passions start to rise
While making love in all positions

You give me so much pleasure
For ecstasy is here
With you wrapped inside my arms
To this heated love we share

Now no one can come close
To this love that we inspire
For only you can fill this joy
And the heat of my desire

this juliet was bleeding
her soul's bright fire dim
in a life of sorrows
it was sink or swim

on the shore she saw him
a romeo, prince of the night
against all odds she reached out
and turned from garish light

then he pulled her from the tide
saved the dying maid
she afraid to love him
and yet by her side he stayed

with blind faith she followed
into his shadow she fell
seduced by black and velvet
drunk of passion's spell

a day spent long in bliss
a moment meant so much
and no more was this juliet
starved from love's sweet touch

then the darkness overcame
in silence he left her there
never saw her tears fall
or heard her heartstrings tear

left alone in pain
once again she did bleed
shackled by other's power
longing to be freed

once again, yet time was short
in twisted fate they met
in shaded seconds spent together
yet no where did they get

again ripped apart by time
and distance seals the fate
now all this juilet feels
is pain, despair, and hate

she cries without a tear shed
she lives without a soul
she curses the one she loves now
for everything he stole

'I love you' she did long to hear
but these were words he never said
and now this juliet lays weeping
and wishes she were dead

Although you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?

You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.

I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.

So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met. 

The beauty of ambition is that it is free. You don't have to pay for it. You just dream about it and it's yours as long as you don't steal, you don't lie and you don't step on someone to reach your ambition.

Here it is!!!!

red

The creative spirit of love. True love stronger than thorns.
True red is the lover's rose.
Amaranth red: long standing desire
Cardinal red: sublime desire
Carmine: deceitful desire (not true to color)
Fieryred: flames of passion



yellow

In Victorian times the rose meant jealousy. Maybe our thoughts have changed. Today it is given as a sign of friendship, sometimes as a sign of sympathy. It is the rose of familiar love and domestic happiness. The yellow rose of Texas is the only rose for me. 

white

Loyalty, penetrating and platonic love. Able to captivate secret thought, love stronger than death. In England there is a saying about the white rose referring to the sub rosa, death to him who under my secrecy betrays his oath. In Scotland when the white rose bloomed in autumn it was seen as a token of early marriage. The rose of confession, the bridal rose, the rose of servitude. Can be otherworldly.

pink

Grace, gentility, elegance and refinement. The rose of sweet thoughts. 

purple

Purple adds enchantment. Can be transcendental. Possible need to proceed cautiously. The priests wear lavender during lent, a time of discretion. Purple can indicate opulence or majesty.
orange A warm color that says, I am proud of you.


blue

Fantasy and impossibility. Hoping for a miracle and new possibilities. Many people have a quest or a fascination for blue roses. I have a book by Ibn al Awam, which was written in the twelfth century, translated into French by J. J. Clement entitled Le livre de l'agriculture. the book speaks of azure blue roses that were known to the orient. These blue roses were attained by placing a blue die into the bark of the roots. This process is explained in the book and has been proven to work by Joret, a very knowledgeable french scientist.

black

The color of the crone, the wise lady of death. The promise that soon you will know something you did not know before. Some see it as a bad omen. Death of fixed thoughts or ideas. Signifies a rejuvenation on the horizon. May not be understood as a gift. Les fleurs du mal from which beauty springs. Sometimes a beautiful deep red rose will bloom from a blackened bud

Her lips and her dress
They're both ruby red
She thinks that's how you hide
The pain you feel inside
And she comes out every night
To soak-up the neon light
Her perfume fills the air
People stop and stare

But Blue Rose is looking for the moon in someone's eyes
Blue Rose is willing to believe in someone's lies
Blue Rose's petals have been crushed along the way
Oh Blue Rose is just growing bluer everyday

One more drink, one more dance
You might be her only chance
She needs someone to hold
When the night is growing old
And if you don't mind the thorns
She'll take you in and keep you warm
Lyin' in the dark
In a bed of broken hearts

But Blue Rose is looking for the moon in someone's eyes
Blue Rose is willing to believe in someone's lies
Blue Rose's petals have been crushed along the way
Oh Blue Rose is just growing bluer everyday

Burying your face

In their warm, soft fur,

And hearing their heart softly beat

As it quietly echoes in your ear



Feeling their wet nose rub against your leg

And looking back down at them

Into their bold, black eyes

Like they’re begging you to play



Running with them in the spring

Stopping along the way

To taste the sweet honeysuckle

Filling your nose with scents of fresh flowers

Feeling the breeze rush through your hair

Hearing the soft padding of your dog’s feet

Along the rough, gravel path



Hearing them bark, happily

As they romp through the bright leaves in fall

Play with the snow in the winter

Run through the flowerbeds in the spring,

And frolic in the salty ocean water in the summer



Telling them secrets

Knowing they can’t tell anyone:

Crying when your heart is broken,

Squealing with delight when you feel thrilled

Dumping your worries on them.

Then they look at you,

And all your doubts drift away.


Falling asleep with them in a soft bed,

And feeling their warm body snuggled against your skin.

Waking up, smiling, as you hide your face in their fur

And glide back into a peaceful dream.

Shall I never make him look at me again?
I look at him, I look my life at him,
I tell him all I know the way to tell,
But there he stays the same.

Shall I never make him speak one word to me?
Shall I never make him say enough to show
My heart if he be glad? Be glad? … ah! God,
Why did they bring me back?

I wonder, if I go to him again,
If I take him by those two cold hands again,
Shall I get one look of him at last, or feel
One sign—or anything?

Or will he still sit there in the same way,
Without an answer for me from his lips,
Or from his eyes,—or even with a touch
Of his hand on my hand?…

“Will you look down this once—look down at me?
Speak once—and if you never speak again,
Tell me enough—tell me enough to make
Me know that you are glad!

“You are my King, and once my King would speak:
You were Admetus once, you loved me once:
Life was a dream of heaven for us once—
And has the dream gone by?

“Do I cling to shadows when I call you Life?
Do you love me still, or are the shadows all?
Or is it I that love you in the grave,
And you that mourn for me?

“If it be that, then do not mourn for me;
Be glad that I have loved you, and be King.
But if it be not that—if it be true …
Tell me if it be true!”

Then with a choking answer the King spoke;
But never touched his hand on hers, or fixed
His eyes on hers, or on the face of her:
“Yes, it is true,” he said.

“You are alive, and you are with me now;
And you are reaching up to me that I—
That I may take you—I that am a King—
I that was once a man."

So then she knew. She might have known before;
Truly, she thought, she must have known it long
Before: she must have known it when she came
From that great sleep of hers.

She knew the truth, but not yet all of it:
He loved her, but he would not let his eyes
Prove that he loved her; and he would not hold
His wife there in his arms.

So, like a slave, she waited at his knees,
And waited. She was not unhappy now.
She quivered, but she knew that he would speak
Again—and he did speak.

And while she felt the tremor of his words,
He told her all there was for him to tell;
And then he turned his face to meet her face,
That she might look at him.

She looked; and all her trust was in that look,
And all her faith was in it, and her love;
And when his answer to that look came back,
It flashed back through his tears.

So then she put her arms around his neck,
And kissed him on his forehead and his lips;
And there she clung, fast in his arms again,
Triumphant, with closed eyes.

At last, half whispering, she spoke once more:
“Why was it that you suffered for so long?
Why could you not believe me—trust in me?
Was I so strange as that?

“We suffer when we do not understand;
And you have suffered—you that love me now—
Because you are a man.… There is one thing
No man can understand.

“I would have given everything?—gone down
To Tartarus—to silence? Was it that?
I would have died? I would have let you live?—
And was it very strange?”

Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,
The while a witless masquerade
Of things that only children see
Floats in a mist of light and shade:
They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,
And with a weak, remindful glow,
The falling embers break and fade,
As one by one the phantoms go.

Then, with a melancholy glee
To think where once my fancy strayed,
I muse on what the years may be
Whose coming tales are all unsaid,
Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid
Within their shadowed niches, grow

By grim degrees to pick and spade,
As one by one the phantoms go.

But then, what though the mystic Three
Around me ply their merry trade? --
And Charon soon may carry me
Across the gloomy Stygian glade? --

Be up, my soul! nor be afraid
Of what some unborn year may show;
But mind your human debts are paid,
As one by one the phantoms go.

ENVOY

Life is the game that must be played:
This truth at least, good friend, we know;
So live and laugh, nor be dismayed
As one by one the phantoms go.

You remind me of a flower,
Pretty, inside and outside.
A reason why people smile everyday,
A gift to all.

You remind me of chocolate,
Luscious and sweet.
Someone people can turn to in crisis,
Loved by all.

You remind me of a teddy,
Cute and huggable.
Someone people feel comfortable with,
Special to all.

You remind me of a balloon,
Happy and bouncy.
Someone people can have fun with,
Enjoyed by all.

You remind me of a lot of things,
But nothing can compare to the real person,
A friend I can look up to,
Cherished by me.

God must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer,
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.

He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little things"
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.

I think He knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain,
At trials and misfortunes,
Or goals we can't attain.

He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.

He knew we'd need companionship,
Unselfish... lasting... true,
And so God answered the heart's great need
With cherished friends... like you!

Friendship is a Golden Chain,
The links are friends so dear,
And like a rare and precious jewel
It's treasured more each year...

It's clasped together firmly
With a love that's deep and true,
And it's rich with happy memories
and fond recollections, too...

Time can't destroy its beauty
For, as long as memory lives,
Years can't erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives...

For friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But to have an understanding friend
Is worth far more than gold...

And the Golden Chain of Friendship
Is a strong and blessed tie
Binding kindred hearts together
As the years go passing by.

There are gifts of many treasures
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.

But, put them all together
And they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all
The gift of knowing you.

When your times are filled with troubles
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.

Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.

I will lift from you your burden
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.

For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing you.

I'd like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;

I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.

I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;

I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.

I'd like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;

I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
lean upon.

I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;

And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.

I know you're going crazy,
I've been there too.
I can see how the weight is making your knees bend,
Let me take some of it from you.
Don't keep yourself closed off,
I am here for you to open up and let go.
There is so much you can't forget or forgive,
Let me help you cope, we can work things out together.
I hear the pain in your voice,
You need me now.
Don't worry, I'll move heaven and hell to get there.
You can't talk, you won't talk about it,
I understand.
Put your worries in my hands.
Lay your head down,
And believe that I will do anything to stop your tears.
You're ready to give up, you've stopped,
I want to be able to give you the strength to keep going.
Link arms with me, Let's move on,
As one living, breathing, loving, being.
Know that you can put faith in me.
I will be your rock, I will be your dwelling,
I am here with you, for you always.

Love is patient, love is kind,
And what our loves express is true.
No amount of tragedy can tear
Or break the love I have for you.

Time has healed our many wounds,
But has not erased the memory.
But we'll hold on, we'll stay together.
We will get through this, you and me.

Though we are young and still learning
About ourselves, our world today,
In my heart, I'll always love you,
And in my heart you'll always stay.

As days go by, as time progresses,
We will change, mature, and always grow.
But as we grow, as we reminisce,
There is one thing I will always know.

My love for you will never falter,
Never cease, for it's always true.
With love comes patience, but it's worth the wait,
To share my unending love with you.

No river's span is quite as vast
No mountain's reach so high.
No rose's scent is quite as sweet
As the love I hold inside.

Every time I see your face and
Every time you smile,
Every time I kiss your lips,
My love grows all the while

I’m the luckiest man to walk the earth
To know a love like yours
Loving is so easy now
You’ve opened my heart’s doors.

And I'll love you 'til my life has ceased
And still more with my soul
Because that fateful day we met,
My heart you forever stole.

A fire that is carefully stoked and tended will not burn out.
It will blaze so brightly that its warmth lingers in your heart.
It will beckon your tired soul and embrace you in its radiance.
The familiar smell of its smoke can bring a wistful smile,
and the occasional blast of fireworks can take your breath away.
Its sizzle can enthrall you; its flickering flames entrance you.
The glowing embers provide comforting heat,
and the knowledge that a subtle movement or gentle breeze
can rekindle a bonfire.

My love, the spark that ignited the day we met
remains an eternal flame.

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There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,
your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,
someone who's there through your good times and tears,
who stays by your side as your friend through the years.

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Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.

Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
nature is a tidal wave, washing every thing ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.

Hey little butterfly, where'd you come from?
Dancin' in the meadow playing in the sun!

Hoverin' over flowers in the warm summer breeze
Silently making music with your wings as they tease.

Flitting high, flitting low,
through the garden gates you go
Until the perfect flower comes
to make your day in the sun

Free to linger, free to fly,
Free to mingle with the sky,
never showing you are shy
Just free to be a butterfly!

Hey little child, what do you know?
Before I could be free, I had to learn to grow

A wee little caterpillar with fur upon my back
The smallest little rock would seem a mighty stack

Crawling high, crawling low
Through the tallest weeds I'd go
Until I reached the next plateau
Safe and sound from the world below

Then my task had begun
Spinning my cocoon was work not fun.
Patiently forming in the sun
Until my silken pad was done.

Hey little butterfly, how'd you break free
Bound in your cocoon on a branch of a tree?

Well little child, in time I grew
My wings formed around me as my life became new
Changing from a caterpillar was work that's true
But when I emerged away I flew

In the still of a warm summer's night,
I venture towards the barn with saddle in hand.
Stirrups dangle and clang with no one in sight,
I blissfully tack up my steed for a moonlight ride.

We glide together through sweet smelling meadows,
Not a care in the world only smiles.
Guided by the moon's light and shadows,
We quickly move up the hill for another view.

Wind in our hair and sparks in our stride,
We fly through the hilltop's water mists.
There's nothing like this but pride.
Our backs to city lights, the other view,

We find calmness of the trail.
A warm summer breeze upon us,
We see a mother and her quail.
The barn in sight, we pick up speed.

Laughter is in the air,
What a ride it's been,
And we race on without a care.
We proudly halt, and walk into the barn.

Soft words
The woods it speaks to me
With a calm and soft melody
One of acceptance and condolence
Telling to the depths of the heart will return no such a consequence
The woods you understand me inside and out
When fear overcomes I have no doubt
You are protecting me with your gracious might
Your presence is observant day or night
The woods it speaks to me
Now our connection is everlasting
For it is where I am resting forevermore happily

The fire sprints across the plain,
it's breath destroying
all in it's path.
Destructive.
It's red tongue
laps up the brush,
leaving behind only ashes.
Yet miles away,
the fire sits calmly
warming
a cold family's hands.
It is their solace
for all the pain.
The fire burns
in the family's hearts,
angered by their loss.
It dances and leaps,
yet in the end,
always dies.

The last light of a December day
grazes old pewter woodlands
enchanted where winter holds sway,
where brook water lies dazed
under a splintered facade of ice.

Only listen to how the wind bays
in the distance where fire
of sunset licks the backs
of charred hills as day
dies down the southwest
a blaze of rose-quartz.

The distant sound of breakers on the beach,
The scurrying dance of the seagulls' small feet,
The rhythmic, graceful dolphins swim in,
My ears perk up as their love song begins.

The fragrance of life with the wind whispers by,
The moonlight reflects each star in the sky,
The salt and sand shake hands in the night,
My eyes light up at this wonder in sight.

The fish busy searching a late evening snack,
The elusive crab with his home on his back,
The shells marching in like an Easter parade,
My thoughts drift out with each splash of a wave,

The beauty of nature flows deep in my veins,
The power of God sifting joy in my brain,
This visible mystery is calling to me,
My senses become a slave of the sea!

Leaves telling forgotten stories
Through their fluttery dances
Of seasons long lost in memories

They are a dying breed
Falling to their awaiting death
Cold hard ground crushes their life

Thousands all forced to flee
Jump from their high perches
Old and withered with age

Their season in the sun over
A few cling tenaciously
Tethered together with last effort

To share their story
Next year's birth of green
How the sun hid

And the wind's bite came
Sending their brethren into flight
Where death came quickly

But the tribe of leaves will return
When the cold relinquishes its hold
Warm breath of sun comes out of hiding

Another season will arrive
With young appearing atop trees
Bringing life to another season

Come close your eyes, and hold me tight,
together let us go on a magic flight.
Let us go to a warm tropic land,
where we can watch the fish, and dolphins play,
while strolling bare foot in the sand.
Sit in the shade of a tall palm tree,
as it rustles in the warm tropic breeze.
watching the rolling waves of the ever restless sea.
Make love under the glow of the tropical moon,
then be awakened in the morning by a parakeets tune.
I know that this is only a dream,
but if we want it enough, real it will seem.

  Nature is such a marvelous thing,
it causes flowers to bloom in spring.,
Birds hatch, and learn to fly,
sapling trees grow, and strive to reach the sky.
Countless insects scour the land,
fish and crustaceans swim, and sieve the sand

Man, and mammals stand at the top of the tree of life,
for nature man causes the utmost strife.
The rivers, sea, and air, are filled with his toxic waste,
land is recontoured to suit his taste.
Acid rain falls on the land,
turning every thing it touches into sand.
Rivers are dammed, and full of trash,
when all is gone, and lost forever,
what will be left CASH.

Brother come take my hand,
it doesn't mean we can't be friends,
because we have different beliefs,
and live in different lands.
I know that we both believe,
that we are right,
but that's no reason,
for us to face each other, and fight.
My blood when it spills,
like yours it is red,
so why dont we talk to each other instead.
Surely with a lttle bit of give, and take,
a compromise we could make.
Then about our lives can go we all,
watching our children grow,
and thrive in peace for evermore.

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