by Emily Dickinson
Love -- is anterior to Life --

Love -- is anterior to Life --
Posterior -- to Death --
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth --

Be happy enjoy life

happy1 ;)

"Love....
A romantics perfection?
An idealists ultimate?
A gift?

An epiphany to many.

The courageous embrace it
The cynics fear it.

Oh...hold my face in your hands
Whisper
Your intent

To steal my heart.

Kiss my lips
With slow purpose to possess my sanity.

How shall i love thee?
Totally.
Foolishly.

For love?
I shall be a fool
And embrace thee."

Xxx
B.

Love... Love is a many splendid thing.

The foundations of love are not built upon the truth and honesty, in this instance on this site, but built on the merciful lies that we spew forth that perpetuate our very existence on this site.

Liar liar pants on fire

Mr S says it best in this sublime sonnet:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Love is the child of ILLUSION,

And the parent of DISILLUSION!

Arz

@Arz, thank God you keep things sweet and short. You seem to be the sense in a world of 'huh?'

On 2016-03-27 20:46:17 Ben Layden said:
Mr S says it best in this sublime sonnet:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

TL;DR

On 2016-03-27 20:04:43 pieterd002 said:
Love... Love is a many splendid thing.

The foundations of love are not built upon the truth and honesty, in this instance on this site, but built on the merciful lies that we spew forth that perpetuate our very existence on this site.

Liar liar pants on fire

I think I'm in love.....

Sir Layden...

Hear.hear.

Xxx
B.

On 2016-03-27 21:46:31 Dough12 said:
On 2016-03-27 20:46:17

TL;DR

Too subtle for me.
Pray, what can you mean
TL;DR" ?