Last night I went out once again
To ply my ancient trade.
I’ve seldom heard a word of praise
For all the love I’ve made.
.. few have ever dared to care
How love can go astray.
Most accept their lover’s fate
When love just fades away.
I have to hit two hearts at once.
It’s timing, don’t you see.
And sometimes lovers close their heart.
To all, especially me.
I’m sorry for mistakes I’ve made.
I’d surely take them back.
If only I could give you all
The love in life you lack.
But if you’ll give me one more chance.
I’ll follow every lead.
And promise to keep at my work
To find the love you need.
And when I do, I’ll string my bow,
And line my arrow true.
And then the world will see once more
What Cupid still can do. – Cupid, Greenwolfe
“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
― C.G. Jung
“What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others.”
“The Fingers of the LightEmily Dickinson
Tapped soft upon the Town
With “I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in.” –
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To a garden full of posies
Cometh one to gather flowers;
And he wanders through its bowers
Toying with the wanton roses,
Who, uprising from their beds,
Hold on high their shameless heads
With their pretty lips a-pouting,
Never doubting – never doubting
That for Cytherean posies
He would gather aught but roses.
In a nest of weeds and nettles,
Lay a violet, half hidden;
Hoping that his glance unbidden
Yet might fall upon her petals.
Though she lived alone, apart,
Hope lay nestling at her heart,
But, alas! the cruel awaking
Set her little heart a-breaking,
For he gathered for his posies
Only roses – only roses!
The well is dry, the well is dry!
Try as I might
I cannot cry
Feel as I do
I have no clue
Of all the people in the world
It had to be you
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“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.”
“No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
You only run for the border
when you see the whole city
running as well…
You only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.” – Warsan Shire
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