So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom, Or in this world, or in the world to come: Sing, voice of Spring! Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing. from The First Spring Day by Christina Rossetti
Donning bright yellows and golds always lifts my spirits!
I wanna watch you undress I wanna watch you glow Let your hair down All around, cover us both You come in a wave We crash and we roll You surround me, pull me, drown me, swallow me whole.
from the song Run by Matt Nathanson
I love it when you run your fingers through my hair…
Dark are my eyes and hair, and my breast is white as snow,
But never a mortal may see how fair … I am fleeter than the roe.
from the poem Echo by Lucy Maud Montgomery
I love the exquisite silk organza flowers jumbled at the waist that give way to a full flouncy skirt.
We need the iron qualities that go with true manhood. We need the positive virtues of resolution, of courage, of indomitable will, of power to do without shirking the rough work that must always be done. – Theodore Roosevelt
My List: 1. The way his eyes twinkle when he tells a particularly clever joke or play on words. 2. The way he uses his hands to hammer a nail, open a jackknife, hold a paintbrush, start an outboard motor, reel in a fish, change a tire, and shave his face. 3. The way he slalom water skis from a flying dock start, raises a spinnaker, and ties knots. 4. The way he holds a baseball in his glove just before throwing it. 5. The way he can skip stones with practically any shape or size of stone he finds along the beach. 6. The way his legs stick out from under a car when he changes the oil. 7. The way he can take apart any computer, electrical or mechanical device and actually fix it. 8. The way he knows who covered practically every song ever written. 9. The way he plays the harmonica to Howlin’ Wolf songs while driving. 10. The way he falls asleep ten minutes into a movie that he’s been wanting to watch all day.
Say, can we know That we’re to be put out Of long established house and home and hearth, Uprooted like a tree and thrown into A stream of life as so much flotsam is?
If fate decrees Then with some poise and pride We should elect the when and how and where Of place and time and method used to leave, Thus not become an object to deride.
She comes not when Noon is on the roses — Too bright is Day. She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices Roll in from Sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me. by Herbert Trench
Come, let’s be a comfortable couple and take care of each other! How glad we shall be, that we have somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with. Let’s be a comfortable couple. by Charles Dickens
Nothing is better than snuggling up with a loved one on this day!
Plum-purple was the west; but spikes of light
Spear’d open lustrous gashes, crimson-white;
(Where the eye fix’d, fled the encrimsoning spot,
And, gathering, floated where the gaze was not;)
And through their parting lids there came and went
Keen glimpses of the inner firmament:
by Gerard Manley Hopkins