Of love
She remains bored and very beautiful
her black hair is angry,
her bright hand
for ages now has forgotten me,
for ages too has forgotten itself,
hanging as it has from the neck of a chair.
In the lights I drown myself,
set my jaws against the coursing of the year.
I reveal my teeth to her
but she understands this is no smile-
sweet, illuminated creature
she reveals myself to me while
she remains bored and very beautiful
and for her alone I live
in the appalling world
of this inferior heaven.
Remember When
Remember when we were so in love?
I do, because you were the one I could trust.
Remember when you would hold me tight?
I do, I didn't want you to let go, I wanted it to last all night.
Remember when we use to argue about the stupidest things?
I do, because when you got mad it was the cutest thing!
Remember when our love was so strong?
I do, because I thought nothing could go wrong.
Remember when you said you loved me?
I do, I had a great feeling come to me.
Remember when you said you wouldn't lie?
I do, because when I found out, all I did was cry.
If I’d Never Met You
If I’d never met you,
I wouldn’t feel the pain
Of losing your sweet love;
I wouldn’t feel insane.
But if I’d never met you,
I wouldn’t know the pleasure
Of ecstasy’s warm gifts
And memories to treasure.
Now moving on with life,
I force a wistful grin,
Questioning what went wrong
And wondering what might have been.
Oh, never say that I was false of heart
Oh never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good:
...For nothing this wide Universe I call,
...Save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.
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An epitaph
Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she:
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?
Goodbye
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Is this what love is?
Is this all we have together?
Is this what love really is,
Yelling through a quarrel
And making up with a kiss?
Why can’t we get along?
Why do we have to fight?
We starve true love by day
And feed lust all through the night.
I wish we’d settle down;
I wonder where peace went.
Why do we pick at each other;
Why can’t we be content?
If this is what love is,
If tenderness has flown,
I’m thinking more and more,
It’s better to be alone.
And if.
And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.
And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its somber shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.
And if the clouds their tresses part
And does the moon out blaze,
It is but to remind my heart
I long for you always.
Time does not bring relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Is it enough?
When we converse, it’s just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?
We’re settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I’d like to flee this scene.
Everything’s easy; we don’t have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?
If raindrops were tears
If raindrops were tears
And it rained every day,
The rain couldn't wash
My heartache away.
You're still my ideal;
My love never dies,
But it cuts to the bone
What I see in your eyes.
You want me to stop;
You want to be friends,
But you'll be my true love
Until breath and life ends.
I never knew
I never knew what love was until you came into my life,
I never knew what real heartbreak was until you broke mine,
I never knew I could cry this much till you made me sad,
I guess I never really knew much about love,
but now that I do I have things to say to you,
I don’t want to hurt no more
I don’t want to cry
I don’t want to think I’m going to die,
So to all the pain you have placed inside of me,
Take it all back
so I may be once again free!
In a daze
I walk around in a daze...
my hollowed out interior
filled with smoky gloom,
choking off all joy.
Just as life begins to clear,
I gasp aloud at the realization,
you’re not here;
you never will be again.
I wilt like a water lily
in the desert.
I walk around in a daze...
Sad love song
Only my life will die for me, in truth,
sometime.
Only the grass knows the taste of the earth.
In truth, only my blood misses
my heart when it leaves.
The air is tall, you are tall,
my sadness is tall.
There comes a time when horses die.
There comes a time when machines grow old.
There comes a time when cold rains fall,
and every woman wears your head-
and clothes.
There also comes a huge white bird
and lays the moon in the sky.
