Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Life of Love XVI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, <br>For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its <br>Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys. <br>Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the <br>Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw <br>Inspiration high above the cool green plains. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment <br>And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and <br>They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of <br>the Night of Kedre. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sprigs of grapevine embrace each other like <br>Sweethearts, and the brooks burst out in dance <br>Between the rocks, repeating the song of joy; <br>And the flowers bud suddenly from the heart of <br>Nature, like foam from the rich heart of the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come, my beloved; let us drink the last of Winter's <br>Tears from the cupped lilies, and soothe our spirits <br>With the shower of notes from the birds, and wander <br>In exhilaration through the intoxicating breeze. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let us sit by that rock, where violets hide; let us <br>Pursue their exchange of the sweetness of kisses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Summer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the <br>Time of harvest approaches, and the sun's eyes <br>Are ripening the grain. <br>Let us tend the fruit of the earth, as the <br>Spirit nourishes the grains of Joy from the <br>Seeds of Love, sowed deep in our hearts. <br>Let us fill our bins with the products of <br>Nature, as life fills so abundantly the <br>Domain of our hearts with her endless bounty. <br>Let us make the flowers our bed, and the <br>Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together <br>Upon pillows of soft hay. <br>Let us relax after the day's toil, and listen <br>To the provoking murmur of the brook. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Autumn</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard <br>For the winepress, and keep the wine in old <br>Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the <br>Ages in eternal vessels. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has <br>Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the <br>Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer. <br>Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds <br>Have made pilgrimage to warmth and lest the chilled <br>Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine <br>And myrtle have no more tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let us retreat, for the tired brook has <br>Ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs <br>Are drained of their copious weeping; and <br>Their cautious old hills have stored away <br>Their colorful garments. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come, my beloved; Nature is justly weary <br>And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell <br>With quiet and contented melody. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Winter</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come close to me, oh companion of my full life; <br>Come close to me and let not Winter's touch <br>Enter between us. Sit by me before the hearth, <br>For fire is the only fruit of Winter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Speak to me of the glory of your heart, for <br>That is greater than the shrieking elements <br>Beyond our door. <br>Bind the door and seal the transoms, for the <br>Angry countenance of the heaven depresses my <br>Spirit, and the face of our snow-laden fields <br>Makes my soul cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Feed the lamp with oil and let it not dim, and <br>Place it by you, so I can read with tears what <br>Your life with me has written upon your face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bring Autumn's wine. Let us drink and sing the <br>Song of remembrance to Spring's carefree sowing, <br>And Summer's watchful tending, and Autumn's <br>Reward in harvest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come close to me, oh beloved of my soul; the <br>Fire is cooling and fleeing under the ashes. <br>Embrace me, for I fear loneliness; the lamp is <br>Dim, and the wine which we pressed is closing <br>Our eyes. Let us look upon each other before <br>They are shut. <br>Find me with your arms and embrace me; let <br>Slumber then embrace our souls as one. <br>Kiss me, my beloved, for Winter has stolen <br>All but our moving lips. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>You are close by me, My Forever. <br>How deep and wide will be the ocean of Slumber, <br>And how recent was the dawn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Khalil+Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430874" data-title="The Life of Love XVI de Khalil Gibran" data-description="Spring


Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, 
For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its 
Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys. 
Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the 
Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to..."></div>
</div>
</div>