Chapter by Chapter Friends. Best Friends. Lovers.
Just Two Strangers
"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever."
Becoming Friends
"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
I have no companion but Love,
no beginning, no end, no dawn.
My soul calls from within me:
'Do not stop on the path of Love,
for we are the highway and the destination.'"
Best Friends
"We made silly faces and laughed at the joke,
Of what we would be if the magic awoke.
I was healing a heart that had broken in two,
Crying for love, never knowing 'twas you.
You stayed through the nights when the shadows would creep,
Holding my hand when I couldn't find sleep.
Through panic and storms, you kept me so safe,
A beautiful sanctuary, my quietest place.
We joked about dating, so silly and free,
Yet the love of my life was right next to me."
When the Butterflies Came
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you"
More Than Friends
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this,
except this, in which there is no I or you..."
August 1st & Beyond
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
