To You, Remembering the Past
WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came,
I used to strike a match, and hold the flame
Before your picture and rould breathless mark
The answering glimmer of the tiny spark
That brought to life the magic of your eyes,
Their wistful tenderness, their glad surprise.
Holding that mimic torch before your shrine
I used to light your eyes and make them mine;
Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky,
Whisper my heart out, yearning for reply;
Summon your lips from far across the sea
Bidding them live a twilight hour with me.
Then, when the match was shriveller into gloom,
Lo-you were with me in the darkened room.
poem by Christopher Morley
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ONE, TWO, THREE of LOVE
If there were only ONE song
Possessed of every note of choice
It could not match the music
Of the Lovesong in your voice
If there were only TWO stars
Owning all light of the skies
They could not match the brilliance
Of the Lovelight in your eyes
If there were only THREE words
That your own ears ever knew
May they proceed from my lips
As I whisper “ I Love You, ”
poem by Mary Havran
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Unsigned Letter
She got an unsigned letter from her secret someone
And she fell into the mystery
Words were few and specifically vague
Intrinsic intrigue
But it said everything
When it just read come to me
Shes always been that responsible someone
Safe within her simplicity
But all this cloak and dagger is stoking her heart
Stroking her curiosity
Is plain little jane
Gonna risk everything
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying a torch for love in vain
Is she gonna break the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowing that she could release pandoras shame
Welcome to the game
Whats in a name
She must be dreamin as she boards a plane
And flies into her fantasy
A first class ticket to the city of boston
Is all she knows of her destiny
When she touches down
Will her feet hit the ground
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying a torch for love in vain
Is the gonna bread the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowing that she could release pandoras shame
Welcome to the game
Whats in a name
Is our little plain jane
Gonna risk everything
Yeah.
Is she gonna strike the match
Thatll surely light the flame
Is she carrying the torch for love in vain
Is the gonna break the locks
Take a look inside the box
Knowin that she could release pandoras shame
Oh, welcome to the game
Whats in a name
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Unwitting
I would run away
except I have no place to run
except to you.
I would fade to dim
except
your light
keeps me in view.
My eyes cast down
certain days
but you have
mirrors
on my ground
and they my eyes
re-direct.
I take a match
to flame my aching soul
and your ocean pond
would not hear of it.
I've talked of leaving life
and you put it before me
and I can't.
I sit down
my head in my hands
and hear you whisper
a tiny centimeter
away
and my whole body
feels light again.
This you do for me
everyday
most times
un-knowing
that you do
by
just reaching out
in your natural way
saving my life
unwittingly
each day.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Portrait
I watch you, gazing at me from the wall,
And wonder how you'd match your dreams with mine,
If, mastering time's illusion, I could call
You back to share this quiet candle-shine.
For you were young, three hundred years ago;
And by your looks I guess that you were wise…
Come, whisper soft, and Death will never know
You've slipped away from those calm, painted eyes.
Strange is your voice… Poor ninny, dead so long,
And all your pride forgotten like your name.
'One April morn I heard a blackbird's song.
And joy was in my heart like leaves aflame.'
And so you died before your songs took wing;
While Andrew Marvell followed in your wake.
'Love thrilled me into music. I could sing
But for a moment, — but for beauty's sake.'
Who passes? There's a star-lit breeze that stirs
The glimmer of white lilies in the gloom.
Who speaks? Death has his silent messengers.
And there was more than silence in this room
While you were gazing at me from the wall
And wondering how you'd match your dreams with mine,
If, mastering time's illusion, you could call
Me back to share your vanished candle-shine.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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The Flame
I'll never be far from home
Talkin' on the telephone
You told me it's over, you made up your mind,
I'm part of the life that you're leaving behind
I'm left holding the torch
And the heat from the flame,
Only ease me a pain
Don't you know how much it hurts,
You took all i had and you threw it away
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
Nomatter what you say, it hurts
You didn't had to make it worse
It wouldn't be better as you told me yourself,
Instead that you left to somebody else
Maybe i could understand
You'd been staying with another man
Day isn't long and nights can be lonely
I wasn't there and you needed to hold me
I'm left holding the torch
And the heat from the flame,
Only ease me a pain
Don't you know how much it hurts,
You took all i had and you threw it away
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'll never be far from home
Talkin' on the telephone
You told me it's over, you made up your mind.
I'm part of the life that you're leaving behind.
I'm left holding the torch
And the heat from the flame,
Only ease me a pain
Don't you know how much it hurts,
You took all i had and you threw it away
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
Holding the flame once again
I'm left holding the flame, yes i am
song performed by by Fine Young Cannibals
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Rose, Fall
Rose of many petals that fall at gentle touch,
you cannot match up to my love-who with touch does not fall
Rose of the green stem, who withers when is dry
you cannot match up to my love, who with age, never dries
Rose of thorny flaws, who pricks me at the lips
you cannot match up to my love, whos lips contain no thorns
Rose like any other rose, who with them does not stand out,
you cannot match up to my love, whose beauty stands outloud
Rose of limited colors, who can only bloom one tone
you cannot match up to my love, who blooms of every hue
Rose, who only appeals to eyes, to those who see its beauty
you cannot match up to my love, who appeals to every sense
Rose fall down, and bow to my love-she is the one with grace
Rose wither away to my love, whose beauty outlives yours
Rose turn 'way, when in presence to my love-
for she holds something you dont hold
and that is my steep love
poem by Afrodita Alkline
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Modern Beauty
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame.
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.
I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lies dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
Love's poor few words, before my image there.
I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there lives for beauty? Still am I
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?
poem by Arthur Symons
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The Rest Of The Dream
You were a tiny spark caught in your parents eyes and when they made love in the dark well you were a big surprise and the old man came through gave his very best for you and your mothers arms t
Ept you warm like no other arms can do til the light of the day was as bright as it seems and you knew in your heart you were living the rest I had a dream of you but I never realized that baby
Ream was true until you opened my eyes and I will come through give my very best for you and your loving arms will keep me warm cause no other arms will do when you cant find the light and we k
N our hearts were living the rest of the dream now I see a tiny spark caught in your loving eyes as we make love in the dark and dream of the big surprise and the old man will come through son
Ughter just for you and your mamas arms will keep you warm like no other arms can do when you cant find the light at the top of the stairs when you cry in the night well you know well be there
The light of the day is as b
Right as it seems repeat chorus
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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The Secret
SHE passes in her beauty bright
Amongst the mean, amongst the gay,
And all are brighter for the sight,
And bless her as she goes her way.
And now a gleam of pity pours,
And now a spark of spirit flies,
Uncounted, from the unlock’d stores
Of her rich lips and precious eyes.
And all men look, and all men smile,
But no man looks on her as I:
They mark her for a little while,
But I will watch her till I die.
And if I wonder now and then
Why this so strange a thing should be—
That she be seen by wiser men
And only duly lov’d by me:
I only wait a little longer,
And watch her radiance in the room;
Here making light a little stronger,
And there obliterating gloom,
(Like one who, in a tangled way,
Watches the broken sun fall through,
Turning to gold the faded spray,
And making diamonds of dew).
Until at last, as my heart burns,
She gathers all her scatter’d light,
And undivided radiance turns
Upon me like a sea of light.
And then I know they see in part
That which God lets me worship whole:
He gives them glances of her heart,
But me, the sunshine of her soul.
poem by William Cosmo Monkhouse
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The Only Flame In Town
I know a girl got my mind in a mess
I never heard her say goodnight and God bless
Shes not the only flame in town
And when were alone we never quarrel
Im miles away now heres the moral
Shes not the only flame in town
Shes not the only flame in town
Shes got to stop thinking that im
Carrying this torch around
He struck a match and it lit up her face
We should have struck a match girl
To burn down the whole place
Now youre not the only flame in town
But you blew hot and cold
Turned my heart to a cinder
And with each passing day
Youd be less tender and more tinder
Now youre not the only flame in town
Shes not the only flame in town
Shes got to stop thinking that im
Carrying this torch around
Thought I saw your face in the fire
But its so hard to remember
Even an inferno can cool down to an ember
Now youre not the only flame
Youre not the only flame
Youre not the only flame in town
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Written In Aid Of The Leicester Lunatic Asylum.
Light ye the torch,--
The torch that hath expired;
The light with which was fired
Chamber and hall and porch:
But now the house is dark,
Its inmates rove in vain,
There shines but a bewildering spark:
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
It was a sacred flame,
From God in heaven it came:
All nature ye may search
To find a fire so bright,
And ye shall search in vain:
But quenched is all its glorious light:--
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
The ruthless winds have blown
Its tresses up and down,
Till it did scare and scorch,
Not bless: but one fell blast
Swept howling o'er the plain,
And left all darkness as it past;--
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
And ye shall blessed be:
Till many a bended knee
In chamber and in church
Shall serve ye: merciful,
Mercy ye shall obtain:
Your cup of glory shall be full:--
Light ye the torch again!
poem by Henry Alford
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The Life After Ending Love
Who has said that there is a life after ending love
Who has said that i ever could live after the day that you've gone
Your love has took with it every thing that one day was only mine
You laugh, your smile, those alluring eyes
All those were my life, took away my life
Everything that i had disappeared at once
Breathless you've leaved this poor heart of mine
Once upon the time we were lovers and you were only mine
After the day that you've gone i couldn't live even i couldn't die
Who has said that the life stays the same after ending love
Breathless still this poor heart of mine
The memories are there after ending love
Hurting my heart and i'm dieing every single day
more then thousands times
Still can't imagine that some one else
are holding your arms
Broken my heart you leaved, still crying your pain.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Twilight Reveries for M' lady Pamela
The daylight fades as twilight falls.
The Magic Hour
when memory recalls
words of power.
Those words which make us recollect
with clarity.
Much more than we expect
so vividly.
That tears unbidden fill our eyes.
The past is gone,
though to our surprise
it lingers on.
As half forgotten memories,
which at this hour.
Come and go as they please.
Sweet and sour.
Entranced by twilight reveries.
Remembering
with surprising ease.
Everything.
Such vivid pictures from the past.
We had forgot,
time had so quickly passed.
Willing or not.
I think perhaps it’s for the best.
That darkness falls
and frees us from the spell
which so enthrals.
13-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Finite Loves
In night's darkness you will see two blue eyes
when two stars were so close - close to touch;
she tipped that solitude soft, caress to match,
finite reach in the realms of your storied prize.
There your courses turned out to be harmonic,
inspired by the incandescent sparkle of above;
two stars reminded to both of that cold glove,
and iced disruption of finite loves, synchronic.
But it was so beautiful to hold under the skies,
to ask her eyes if seconds both could embrace,
as with her soft finger-tips two lips out traced,
and felt darkness with silent forbidding cries..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Desperate Heart
One night, one empty room, one man gettin over you
One star, one lonely moon, I make a wish, I know will never come true
You call my name, and you beg me to hold you again
But the truth remains, Im only a fool who cant help but pretend
Chorus:
Its all over but Im holding on, I cant let go until the love is gone
Its all over but I keep holding on with a desperate heart
With my desperate heart
Some nights, I try in my mind, I see myself learning someone new
Still I know, Im wasting my time, no one can take the place of you
So I close my eyes, I swear I feel you here by my side
But its all only a lie, I need to believe for my heart to survive
Its all over but Im holding on, I cant let go until the love is gone
Its all over but I keep holding on with a desperate heart
With my desperate heart, I keep holding on
(guitar solo)
All this time Ive been drowning in hopeless illusions Im keeping inside
That someday youll walk out of the shadows and back into my life
Its all over but Im holding on, I cant believe your love for me is gone
Its all over but I keep holding on (with a desperate heart)
Yeah with my desperate heart, I cant let go until the love is gone
(all over but Im holding on) I keep holding on
(all over but Im holding on) I cant believe your love for me is gone
(all over but I keep holding on)
(all over but Im holding on)
(all over but I keep holding on)...
song performed by by Starship
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The Perfect Marriage
I
I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on:
Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you till life is gone.
Knowing you love your freedom dear, as I love mine—
Knowing that love unchained has been our life's great wine:
Our one great wine (yet spent too soon, and serving none;
Of the two cups free love at last the deadly one).
II
We grant our meetings will be tame, not honey-sweet
No longer turning to the tryst with flying feet.
We know the toil that now must come will spoil the bloom
And tenderness of passion's touch, and in its room
Will come tame habit, deadly calm, sorrow and gloom.
Oh, how the battle sears the best who enter life!
Each soidier comes out blind or lame from the black strife.
Mad or diseased or damned of soul the best may come—
It matters not how merrily now rolls the drum,
The fife shrills high, the horn sings loud, till no steps lag—
And all adore that silken flame, Desire's great flag.
III
We will build strong our tiny fort, strong as we can—
Holding one inner room beyond the sword of man.
Love is too wide, it seems to-day, to hide it there.
It seems to flood the fields of corn, and gild the air—
It seems to breathe from every brook, from flowers to sigh—
It seems a cataract poured down from the great sky;
It seems a tenderness so vast no bush but shows
Its haunting and transfiguring light where wonder glows.
It wraps us in a silken snare by shadowy streams,
And wildering sweet and stung with joy your white soul seems
A flame, a flame, conquering day, conquering night,
Brought from our God, a holy thing, a mad delight.
But love, when all things beat it down, leaves the wide air,
The heavens are gray, and men turn wolves, lean with despair.
Ah, when we need love most, and weep, when all is dark,
Love is a pinch of ashes gray, with one live spark—
Yet on the hope to keep alive that treasure strange
Hangs all earth's struggle, strife and scorn, and desperate change.
IV
Love? . . . we will scarcely love our babes full many a time—
Knowing their souls and ours too well, and all our grime—
And there beside our holy hearth we'll hide our eyes—
Lest we should flash what seems disdain without disguise.
Yet there shall be no wavering there in that deep trial—
And no false fire or stranger hand or traitor vile—
We'll fight the gloom and fight the world with strong sword-play,
Entrenched within our block-house small, ever at bay—
As fellow-warriors, underpaid, wounded and wild,
True to their battered flag, their faith still undefiled!
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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When You Say You Love Me
I've been watching you from afar
And the way you make your way around the bar
You laugh like youre really entertained
And you smile like its your favourite game
Now youre moving closer to me
And our eyes have connected emotionally
Not looking for a one night stand
Or a place where a broken heart can mend
I know everybody here wants to hold you
I know what its like cause i feel the same
When you look in my eyes theres a part of me thats still afraid
And when you say you love me do you mean it?
Baby when you hold me do you feel it?
Should i believe the magic in your eyes?
I will wait until the end of time
To here you say you love me like you mean it
Baby when you hold me make me feel it
All i wanna do is make you mine
i've been hurt way too many times...
They say
If you wanna make god laugh
Then all you gotta do is tell him your plan
And i know that the timings not right
Didn't know i would meet you tonight
Its not that i don't really like the attention
i feel luckier than men in the room
Are you really sincere?
Is this just something that you do?
And when you say you love me do you mean it?
Baby when you hold me do you feel it?
Should i believe the magic in your eyes?
I will wait until the end of time
To here you say you love me like you mean it
Baby when you hold me make me feel it
All i wanna do is make you mine
i've been hurt way too many times...
Again and again and again i've been hurt my friend till the end
You know i've been high i've been low i got no place left to go
Again and again and again will this search ever end
And when you say you love me do you mean it?
Baby when you hold me do you feel it?
Should i believe the magic in your eyes?
I will wait until the end of time
To here you say you love me, do you mean it?
(oh baby when you hold me)
When you hold me make me feel it
Should I believe the magic in your eyes?
i will wait until the end of time
To hear you say you love me...
Come on baby say you love me...
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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A Million Heart Beats From You
lost gone away to the wind like the seasons changing fall to winter winter into spring beautiful in the summertime the best time o anytime depending on where you are stars shine an eternal glow of forever and ever darkness gives away to the light of bright sunlit day light far and away from from you i seem across what is forever and darkened and blocks anysite of you in my mind in my heart i hold on to the thought of you a sweet memory that will always be with me now and always more worth sweet like life itself my heart feels the ever crushing of darkness my soul plunges deeper into a lonley lost hell the very stars for but an eternity then it turns to dark slowly like acandle slowy fadin into the very nothingness i think back to the thought of you sweet sexy kind and caring the very sweetness of you the look in your eyes the very greatness when you smile the feeling the warmth like a hot summer day and how your eyes sparkle and shine like bright beautiful starlight from now and until the end of time itself stay sweet stay kind beautiful beautiful angel that you are and will always be until the very end itself you'll be in my heart
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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You Met Your Match
Hey you were good at playing the fox girl
When I was good you threw me a bone
But I aint playing hot for nobody
Girl just you wait til I get you home
Ill show you the way to love somebody
Like youve never ever been shown before
Cause my love lights burning
My whole lifes yearning for you
Hey baby you were playing the part with jimmy and freddie
You tried to make me look like a fool
But I took care of cindy and susie
Just to show you I can be twice as cool baby
If you want to learn how to love me
Ill teach you in my own private school
Cause my love love lights burning
My whole lifes yearning for you
You met you your match
When you play with my affection
You met you your match
When you tried to make me walk the line
When you decided you would hurt me
Thats when your grape feel off the vine
Your mama told me that I better be mellow
She said youre just a baby maybe too green
I told her jimmy, freddie, teddy and victor
They know better
Mama shake off that dream
I told her that you were really cooking
My love is burning for a turn at the steam
Hey, cause
My love lights boiling
My whole lifes yearning for you
You met your match
When you told me you loved me
You met your match
When you told me that you wouldnt let go
You met your match x7
Baby
You met your match x7
Baby
You met your match in me...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Bush Fire
Let's have a tiny little bush fire.
It's a cold, cold night tonight.
We are sick of this long session
Of the darkness of depression.
And a fire would make things bright.
Just a teeny, weeny little bushfire;
It's easily controlled.
We can sit around and watch it;
If it spreads we'll simply scotch it.
But we must keep out the cold.
Oh, let's have the smallest little bush fire;
It's a fair thing in this storm.
There are plenty here to fight it,
So just strike a match and light it. . . .
Ah! Now we'll all get warm.
Hey! Watch there! The blooming thing is spreading!
Don't let it catch those trees!
Now that clump of scrub has caught it!
Well who ever would have thought it?
There's a change, too, in the breeze.
It was only just a tiny little bushfire,
But it's leaping, roaring now
And we can't hope to defeat it,
Better grab your traps and beat it
For we must get out somehow.
It was only just a harmless little bushfire
But, gosh! How it did burn!
Now the old homestead is blazing.
Well it's certainly amazing;
But a man must live and learn.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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