blonde-eyed-blue

If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. If I speak in foreign and local tongues but do not have love, I am an emitting radio or a static television. And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I have the job of protection and loyalty of all body and of all knowledge; if I have all honesty so as to stand through trails but do not have love, I am meaningless. If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not ha

Heavy heart and solemn vow A depressing sigh and call No knowledge nor knowing how A mortal soul in heaven’s hall Lost in sorrow blinded fear Mourners visit shallow graves Archiving every lost year Something that a no one saves Memories are terrified For difficult sorrows long Passionate and mystified Singers of death’s sweetened song

Had I been a builder, would I have built you the  Taj Mahal ? No, for a lowly poet such as I would never build such a useless monument. I instead would have built the cabin in the woods with nothing but trees around.  And for you I would describe it: A silent place for a cluttered soul that desires rest and relaxation. And once inside this cabin in the woods, would I write such works as  Anabelle Lee  and  Romeo and Juliet ? No, for I am no great author of love stories and fantasy lands. I could not waste pen on such paper. Instead, I would write a sign of certainty the words so brief and simple: Two lovers enclosed, do not disturb. And aft

I give you my heart I give you my soul Your head, must rest I wish for you the world I wish for you endless comfort Your heart, must steady I am.....