love poems for her

Love , by that loosened hair
Well now I know
Where the lost Lilith went
So long ago.

Love, by those starry eyes
I understand
How the sea maidens lure
Mortals from land.

Love, by that welling laugh
Joy claims his own
Sea-born and wind-wayward
Child of the sun.

Love brought me quietly in the dreaming night
A softly laughing boy of just eighteen.
I pressed him to me and I hugged despair.
Memory burns me
And my eyes still see what they saw.
Ill-starred lover,
You must forget the warmth of beauty
Even in your dreams.

Love, brave Vertues younger Brother,
Erst hath made my Heart a Mother,
Shee consults the conscious Spheares,
To calculate her young sons yeares.
Shee askes if sad, or saving powers,
Gave Omen to his infant howers,
Shee asks each starre that then stood by,
If poore Love shall live or dy.

Ah my Heart, is that the way?
Are these the Beames that rule thy Day?
Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke,
Beauty layes ope Loves Fortune-booke;
On whose faire revolutions wait
The obsequious motions of Loves fate;

Lordings , listen to our lay —
We have come from far away
To seek Christmas;
In this mansion we are told
He his yearly feast doth hold;
'Tis to-day!
May joy come from God above,
To all those who Christmas love.

Lordings, I now tell you true,
Christmas bringeth unto you
Only mirth;
His house he fills with many a dish
Of bread and meat and also fish,
To grace the day.
May joy come from God above,
To all those who Christmas love.

Lordings, through our army's band

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

1. Lord, I want to be a Christian,
2. Lord, I want to be more loving,
3. Lord, I want to be more holy, In a my heart, in a my
4. I don't want to be like Judas,
5. But I want to be like Jesus,
heart; Lord, I want to be a Christian, In a my
In a my heart, In a my heart
heart. In a my heart, In a my
heart, Lord, I want to be a Christian, In a my heart.

Lord, heavy hip mama
she done moved to the piney wood
Heavy hip mama
she done moved to the piney wood
She's a high stepping mama
and she don't mean no man no good

She got ways like the devil
and hair like a Indian squaw
She got ways like the devil
and hair like a Indian squaw
She been trying two years to get me
to be her son-in-law

Big mama
owns everything in her neighborhood
Ah big mama
owns everything in her neighborhood
But when she made the money

Live, live with me, and thou shalt see
The pleasures Ile prepare for thee:
What sweets the Country can afford
Shall blesse thy Bed, and blesse thy Board.
The soft sweet Mosse shall be thy bed,
With crawling Woodbine over-spread:
By which the silver-shedding streames
Shall gently melt thee into dreames.
Thy clothing next, shall be a Gowne
Made of the Fleeces purest Downe.
The tongues of Kids shall be thy meate;
Their Milke thy drinke; and thou shalt eate
The Paste of Filberts for thy bread

  VERSE

I weave with brightly colored strings
To keep my mind off other things;
So, ladies, let your fingers dance,
And keep your hands out of romance.
Lovely witches,
Let the stitches
Keep your fingers under control.
Cut the thread, but leave
The whole heart whole.
Merry maids can sew and sleep;
Wives can only sew and weep!

  REFRAIN

Falling in love with love
Is falling for make-believe.
Falling in love with love
Is playing the fool.
Caring too much is such

Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine,
Castles on the Rhine,
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line.
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons,
Swingy Harlem tunes,
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes.
How lovely it was!
Many's the time that we feasted,
And many's the time that we fasted.
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted;
We did have fun
And no harm done.
And thanks for the memory
Of sunburns at the shore,