The night is a lover of mine .
The night is a lover of mine .
Love stands against fire and flood and much bitterness, would only initiate a second misunderstanding, and bickerings with lapses of silence.
Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.
Let it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the last dollar spent and the last blood gone.
My love is a graybird living in the eaves of a Michigan house all winter.
My love is an early robin flaming an ember of copper on her shoulders in March and April.
It was a shot in one second of hate out of ten years of love.
I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Yes, go find the men of clean hands one day and see the life, the memory, the love they have, to stay longer than the plunging sea wets the shores or the fires heave under the crust of the earth.
Let the love of this hour go on; let all the oaths and children and people of this love be clean as a washed stone under a waterfall in the sun.
My love is a redbird shooting flights in straight lines in Kentucky and Tennessee.
To go one day of your life among all men with clean hands,
Clean for the day book today and the record of the after days,
Held at your side proud, satisfied to the last, and ready,
So to have clean hands:
God, it is something,
One day of life so
And a memory fastened till the stars sputter out
And a love washed as white linen in the noon drying.
My love is a yellow hammer spinning circles in Ohio, Indiana.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories