Soulmate Mission

Among your many admirers…

admin — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 02:19:25 +0000

Among your many admirers, all who flock and hang on your every word, who laugh and call your name out loud sits one, like a shadow on the wall: a drink his only company all night, and regardless of what you say or do keeps a watch on your every move, Till, when the juke box comes alive Drums beat, bass strums, he turns to the window and recalls the light blotted out by the approaching storm and disturbed by your dancing moving form thinks of the poems he has yet to write.

Forever ours is love
but we are men of shells;
and passing years and days
are silver-sounding bells.

Returning joys are dreams,
and age embraces sleep
where bygone youth and love
are burning bright and deep.

Love is long and death is brief;
for naught is death, but love is time
in selflessness becoming grief,
splendid, sacred and sublime.

Reversible Verse

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LILITH

admin — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 02:16:19 +0000

Your eyes, so lovely then,
Could cast a winding skein
To trap unwary men.
Abstracted by those eyes,
I lingered night and day,
Believing all your lies;
And when, in your ennui,
You let me slip away,
I still was never free.
Obsessed with you each fall,
When leaves of oaks begin
Their dark recessional,
I call your name alone
In throes of restless sleep,
A hunger in the bone.
No matter where I stray,
In Eden or beyond,
I’ll always be your prey.
A.Bloc

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Love March Elegy

admin — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 16:09:31 +0000

I have enough treasures from the past
to last me longer than I need, or want.
You know as well as I . . . malevolent memory
won’t let go of half of them:
a modest church, with its gold cupola
slightly askew; a harsh chorus
of crows; the whistle of a train;
a birch tree haggard in a field
as if it had just been sprung from jail;
a secret midnight conclave
of monumental Bible-oaks;
and a tiny rowboat that comes drifting out
of somebody’s dreams, slowly foundering.
Winter has already loitered here,
lightly powdering these fields,
casting an impenetrable haze
that fills the world as far as the horizon.
I used to think that after we are gone
there’s nothing, simply nothing at all.
Then who’s that wandering by the porch
again and calling us by name?
Whose face is pressed against the frosted pane?
What hand out there is waving like a branch?
By way of reply, in that cobwebbed corner
a sunstruck tatter dances in the mirror.

Anna A.

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Love Memory of Sun

admin — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:05:00 +0000

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.

Water becoming ice is slowing in
The narrow channels.
Nothing at all will happen here again,
Will ever happen.

Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
The silk’s torn off.
Maybe it’s better I did not become
Your wife.

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
What is it? — Dark?
Perhaps! Winter will have occupied us
In the night.

Anna Akhmatova

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How man falls in love?

admin — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:48:22 +0000

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears. ~Woodrow Wyatt

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Love Quote: ~D. H. Lawrence

admin — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 21:43:48 +0000

“I shall always be a priest of love.” ~D. H. Lawrence

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NATASHA BEDINGFIELD – SOULMATE LYRICS

admin — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:46:40 +0000

Incompatible, it don’t matter though
‘cos someone’s bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You’re not easy to find

Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you’re in disguise

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I’m on my own
If there’s a soulmate for everyone

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There’s enough for everyone
But I’m still waiting in line

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I’m on my own
If there’s a soulmate for everyone

If there’s a soulmate for everyone

Most relationships seem so transitory
They’re all good but not the permanent one

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I’m on my own
If there’s a soulmate for everyone

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I’m on my own
If there’s a soulmate for everyone
If there’s a soulmate for everyone

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How to find your soulmate

admin — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 03:35:21 +0000

	“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.” ~ Lao Tzu Love Quotes
	“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self- in the mirror of some woman’s eyes.” ~ Clare Boothe Luce
	“Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense. ” ~ Helen Rowland
	“ The deeper I spin The hunter will sin … for your ivory skin … Took a drive in the dirty rain To a place where the wind calls your name Under the trees the river laughing At you and me … Halluijah, heavens white rose The doors you open I just can’t close.” ~ U2
	“Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
	“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” ~ Buddha
	“If love . . . means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.” ~ Ann Oakley
	“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.” ~ Voltaire

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