Today is a day to celebrate love, I dedicate these ancient and timeless gems to you,
Have a wonderful day, and may you see the beauty in your surroundings, the love in your hearts, and celebrate with your loved ones however pleases you most.
I have picked these poems because they are well known, dear to my heart, and encompass the passion of loving feelings, as well as enriching the imagination. The photographs are my own, taken in spring.
Have a wonderful and peaceful day!
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe. 1564 - 1593.
O my love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
As deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun.
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns 1759 - 1796
In Praise of Beauty
Of all my loves this is the first and last
That in the autumn of my years has grown,
A secret fern, a violet in the grass,
A final leaf where all the rest are gone.
Would that I could give all and more, my life,
My world, my thoughts, my arms, my breath, my future,
My love eternal, endless, infinite, yet brief,
As all loves are and hopes, though they endure.
You are my sun and stars, my night, my day,
My seasons, summer, winter, my sweet spring,
My autumn song, the church in which I pray,
My land and ocean, all that the earth can bring
Of glory and of sustenance, all that might be divine,
My alpha and my omega, and all that was ever mine