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At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls. ↗

— Aberjhani

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No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land. ↗

— Rod McKuen

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Wedding Hymn Father, within Thy House today We wait Thy kindly love to see; Since thou hast said in truth that they Who dwell in love are one with Thee, Bless those who for Thy blessing wait, Their love accept and consecrate. Dear Lord of love, whose Heart of Fire, So full of pity for our sin, Was once in that Divine Desire Broken, Thy Bride to woo and win: Look down and bless them form above And keep their hearts alight with love. Blest Spirit, who with life and light Didst quicken chaos to Thy praise, Whose energy, in sin's despite, Still lifts our nature up to grace; Bless those who here in troth consent. Creator, crown Thy Sacrament. Great One in Three, of Whom are named All families in earth and heaven, Hear us, who have Thy promise claimed, And let a wealth of grace be given; Grant them in life and death to be Each knit to each, and both to Thee. ↗

— Robert Hugh Benson

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Yesterday I fell completely off the face of the earth Contemplating life, light and love in the darkness of the void Strangely it was in the dark that I found meaning for the light ↗

— Neil Leckman

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Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . . ↗

— Pablo Neruda

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Sonnet VIII Je vis, je meurs : je me brûle et me noie, J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure ; La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure, J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie. Tout en un coup je ris et je larmoie, Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure, Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure, Tout en un coup je sèche et je verdoie. Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur, Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine. Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine, Et être en haut de mon désiré heur, Il me remet en mon premier malheur. ↗

— Louise Labé

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It's just a simple yes or no. God! Why can't you just give me an answer? Why is it so dificult for you to realise That this means everything yo me. But why should you care? It's not like you have the ability to kill me Or do you? You know that you do. So why do you pretend that everything's fine? You know that it hurts. It hurts so much every day and night, I cry myself to sleep sometimes. I guess you had no idea, How much this means to me. But you do now, So are you still going to keep me waiting? Well hard luck'cause I've given up, I've given up on you. ↗

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Pull the trigger and claim my blood as yours; To get it you must knock down these doors. A secret which hides in every room. Turn the knob slowly or soon face your doom. You released the blackness unto my heart. You hung my heart up; And pierced it with a dart. A child's game is what you mustn't play. I warned you so but here we are today. So here's the gun with a bullet inside. Pull the trigger and watch me die. ↗

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Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To 'get' the poem is to hear the eloquence of the silence that it calls forth through its manifestation of love. ↗

— David Patterson

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& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word. ↗

— Amiri Baraka

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