A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people.
God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The Winter
Greetings wouldn't be answered;Lowered are the heads,Which couldn't be arised to accost friends.Upon the paths slippery and dark,The eyes could see but a short way ahead,And should you extend a handOf affection towards one,He'd be loath to venture his out.It's abysmally cold.
A cloud thick becomes the breath you exhaleRising before you like a wall.Such being your breath, what could you expectFrom your friend - distant or near?
O my gallant savior, O Nazarene old,And of sullied garb!It is so viciously cold.Warm be your accents,And joyous be your heart.Heed my salute, and let me in.
It's me, your nightly guest, the wretched waif,It's me the hard, ailing cast away,The world's nether cues, the jarring chord
From Rome I'm not, nor from Zanzibar,For free amI from all colors.Come open the door, so forlorn am I.O master, O mate, it's your guest of months and years,Who trembles like a wave at your threshold?
Death doesn't take, nor hailstone batters me.Whatever you may've heard is the taleOf the cold and chattering teeth.
I've come tonight my dues to repay,By the jug of wine set down my charges
Wherefore do you say, that it's too lateThat morning's come and daybreak?Do not be fooled - the heavensAflame isn't by the dawn.O mate it's but the sky's frost - bitten ear,The rosy welt raised by the winter's lashBuried is the dead or dying chandelierOf heaven's tight confine
In death - besmeared sarcophagus of the dark.O mate, go and kindle the light of the wineAs night is as dark as the day.
Greeting would go unanswered;Sullen is the air, doors are shut,Heads downcast, hands concealedBreaths mist, hearts sick,And skeletons with crystal-bedecked. Are the trees?Woeful is the earth, downcast the sky,The sun and the moon befogged - it's winter.
A cloud thick becomes the breath you exhaleRising before you like a wall.Such being your breath, what could you expectFrom your friend - distant or near?
O my gallant savior, O Nazarene old,And of sullied garb!It is so viciously cold.Warm be your accents,And joyous be your heart.Heed my salute, and let me in.
It's me, your nightly guest, the wretched waif,It's me the hard, ailing cast away,The world's nether cues, the jarring chord
From Rome I'm not, nor from Zanzibar,For free amI from all colors.Come open the door, so forlorn am I.O master, O mate, it's your guest of months and years,Who trembles like a wave at your threshold?
Death doesn't take, nor hailstone batters me.Whatever you may've heard is the taleOf the cold and chattering teeth.
I've come tonight my dues to repay,By the jug of wine set down my charges
Wherefore do you say, that it's too lateThat morning's come and daybreak?Do not be fooled - the heavensAflame isn't by the dawn.O mate it's but the sky's frost - bitten ear,The rosy welt raised by the winter's lashBuried is the dead or dying chandelierOf heaven's tight confine
In death - besmeared sarcophagus of the dark.O mate, go and kindle the light of the wineAs night is as dark as the day.
Greeting would go unanswered;Sullen is the air, doors are shut,Heads downcast, hands concealedBreaths mist, hearts sick,And skeletons with crystal-bedecked. Are the trees?Woeful is the earth, downcast the sky,The sun and the moon befogged - it's winter.
Relationships
A relationship is like a rose,How long it lasts, no one knows;Love can erase an awful past,Love can be yours, you'll see at last;To feel that love, it makes you sigh,To have it leave, you'd rather die;You hope you've found that special rose,Cause you love and care for the one you chose.
Love Not Me.
Love not me for comely grace,For my pleasing eye or face,Nor for any outward part:No, nor for a constant heart!For these may fail or turn to ill:Should thou and I sever.Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,And love me still, but know not why!So hast thou the same reason stillTo dote upon me ever.
All My friends are Invited
I invite all my friends to be a part of my blog on love and spread the word of love to every part of the world because this is most important thing required to every living creature on this planet.
something about love
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
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