Poetry… the language of the heart whereby the poet uses words to express the love, hope, faith, longing, desperation, hurt… and all that which defines our human condition.

Share one.  Write one.  Embody one.

{in a love letter, on your invitations, in your programs, at the ceremony…}

Thou art my life, by thee I live,
From thee proceed the joys I know;
Sweetheart, thy hand has power to give
The meed of love~ the cup of woe.

Thou art my love, by thee I lead
My soul the paths of light along,
From vale to vale, from mead to mead,
And home it in the hills of song.

My song, my soul, my life, my all,
Why need I pray or make my plea,
Since my petition cannot fall;
For I’m already one with thee!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

{meed=wages}
{mead=meadow}

Poem taken from the book, Love Poetry Out Loud

Related Posts

No related posts found