Love Poetry For Couple

. Anna God Remembers the time she followed in her father�s footsteps, tiptoeing through the night behind him as he left for the barn. She was only two years old but she remembers how the front door locked behind her and he went off to do the milking, not even seeing her standing there in her little coat and rubber boots. She remembers singing to herself as she curled up on the front porch to

My Last Duchess. FERRARA That�s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fr� Pandolf�s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will �t please you sit and look at her? I said �Fr� Pandolf� by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they

with Alistair Te Ariki Campbell, Helen Jacobs & Mark Pirie, June 3 2001 we parked the car by the memorial to Taawao, the Ngapuhi missionary which greets you as you arrive on the final flat that horseshoes round the bay to the wharf & a collection of sheds & boatsheds -- it was full tide, a spring tide, the water foreshortening the hills by a myth or 2. we were too close yet close enough

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached. Rumi "Unseen Rain" (i) In another life, this place was my home. I feel the rising of a forgotten knowledge like a spring from hidden aquifers under the earth. To glimpse your own nature is to come home like the rainfall that turns to mist before