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She walks in beauty

Luke — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 02:18:28 +0000

She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes,
and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright meet
in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express how pure,
how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Love, I Love You

Luke — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 06:21:37 +0000

Love, I love you
not only for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you, not only for what
you have made of yourself,
but for what you are making of me.
I love you for the part of me
that you bring out, I love you
for reaching out and touching my heart,
and passing over all the foolish, weak things
that you can't help simply seeing there,
and for drawing out into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.
Love is entrusting our faults to one another.
Love is belonging in each other's thoughts
with care as well as feeling.
Love is beautiful. You are enhanced by my love.
I am enhanced by you,
Love. I love because of you,
and you are the reason for all of my tomorrows.
Your love makes my life complete.

The Spirit Carries On

Luke — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:23:42 +0000

Where did we come from?
Why are we here?
Where do we go when we die?
What lies beyond
And what lay before?
Is anything certain in life?
They say, Life is too short,
The here and the now
And You're only given one shot
But could there be more,
Have I lived before,
Or could this be all that we've got?
If I die tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on
I used to be frightened of dying
I used to think death was the end
But that was before
I'm not scared anymore
I know that my soul will transcend
I may never find all the answers
I may never understand why
I may never prove
What I know to be true
But I know that I still have to try
If I die tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on
Move on, be brave
Don't weep at my grave
Because I am no longer here
But please never let
Your memory of me disappear
Safe in the light that surrounds me
Free of the fear and the pain
My questioning mind
Has helped me to find
The meaning in my life again
Victoria's real
I finally feel
At peace with the girl in my dreams
And now that I'm here
It's perfectly clear
I found out what all of this means
If I die tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on

Love Like Morning Sun

Luke — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 01:28:19 +0000

So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,

I feel your presence enter me

like the morning sun's early light,

filling my memories and dreams of us

with a warm and clear radiance.

You have become my love, my life,

and together we have shaped our world

until it seems now as natural as breathing.

But I remember when it wasn't always so -

times when peace and happiness seemed more

like intruders in my life than

the familiar companions they are today;

times when we struggled to know each other,

but always smoothing out those rough spots

until we came to share ourselves completely.

We can never rid our lives entirely

of sadness and difficult times

but we

can understand them together, and grow

stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.

If I don't tell you as often as I'd like,

it's because I could never tell you enough -

that I'm grateful for you

sharing your life with mine,

and that my love for you will live forever.

Seven lonely days

Luke — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 05:56:56 +0000

Seven lonely days make one lonely week.

Seven lonely nights make one lonely me.

Ever since the time you told me we were through,

seven lonely days,

I cried and cried for you.

Oh, my darling,

you*re crying-boo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

There*s no use in denying I cried for you.

It was your favorite pastime making me blue.

Last week was the last time I cried for you.

Seven hankies blue are filled with my tears,

seven letters, too, are filled with my fears.

Guess it never pays to make your lover blue.

Seven lonely days I cried and cried for you.

Oh,

my darling,

I cried and cried for you.