rabindranath tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
- Rabindranath Tagore.

My heart set on my future with you
Loving and caring for only you with all I have
Waiting to be with you everyday

When I dream, I dream of you
When I think, I think of you
When I love, I love only you

You have put love in my life where there was none
Hoping it is for the longest and eternity
My body yearning for your touch

So much to say but no words can compare
to the feelings I have for you

by Amber Willis

When a women loves,

She loves with care,

When a women loves,
She's always there,

When a women loves,
She never compares,

When a women loves,
She loves with a dare,

When a women loves,
She gives her all,

When a women loves,
She takes the fall,

When a women loves,
She carries your seed,

When a women loves,
She's there to help lead,

When a women loves,
She loves with peace,

When a women loves,
She uplifts your feet,

When a women loves,
She loves with no reason,

When a women loves,
She brings in a new season,

A LOVE SONG....

MY love it should be silent, being deep �
And being very peaceful should be still �
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep �
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.

Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.

FROM OMAR KHAYAM

A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread�and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness�
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

Look to the blowing Rose about us�'Lo,
Laughing,' she says, 'into the world I blow,
At once the silken tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.'

And those who husbanded the Golden grain
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

II

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sult�n after Sult�n with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:
And Bahr�m, that great Hunter�the wild Ass
Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried C�sar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean�
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

Ah, my Belov�d, fill the Cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears:
To-morrow!�Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.

And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend�ourselves to make a Couch�for whom?

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust unto Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and�sans End!

III

Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash my Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side....

Yon rising Moon that looks for us again�
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look or us
Through this same Garden�and for one in vain!

And when like her O S�k�, you shall pass
Among the Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One�turn down an empty Glass!