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If You Loved Me, You'd Be There for Me
If you loved me, you'd be there for me
To help me do the things I want to do.
My whole life wouldn't
be only for you,
Nor would my love determine who you'd be.
I want you
to respect what I do well,
To share the joy I feel when I succeed,
To give me the encouragement I need,
To be my
wings, not my protective shell.
I love you,
and I want you to be mine,
But I would never say you're not allowed
To be a person who would make me proud,
To step
outside into your own sunshine.
How Can I Tell You What I Feel for You?
How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist inside
As if someone's
fist reached in and grabbed a few,
And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've tried
Somehow to say: You're the
sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
The sweet incense that makes me feel so high
That loving
you seems all I need to know.
But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,
Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.
You
won't believe it! Better I stay mute
Than offer you cliches that make you gag.
And yet I wish to tell you of my love,
If
only love its own locks would remove!
I Don't Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong I
don't know why my feelings are so strong.
It's as if some giant crane jerked me aloft
And swings me through the softness
of the night. I
don't blame you if you're scared, for so am I.
It's as if I'm deep beneath the sea:
Though life is vivid, I can hardly
breathe. Free me from my anguish; come
with me!
The two of us can wing across our skies
Gliding where we will in joy and love.
I Know I Hardly Know You I know I hardly know you,
But I think
that I may love you.
You can see the way I look at you
And know. I know you have a boyfriend,
But I think we can be happy,
So take the time to find out
If it's
so. I know we don't have much time,
But I think it's just
enough;
If you'd like to take a chance on me,
Let's go!
I Know Well I Have No Right to Love You I know well I have no
right to love you:
I gave you up, and now you're with my friend.
But I can't stop myself from thinking of you,
Even
though that's not what I intend.
I want you but I also don't want you
To hurt my friend by breaking up with her.
So
things go wrong no matter what you do;
I long for what I don't want to occur.
Ah, me! I'm in a soap and can't get out!
Help
me if you can by being kind.
I tell you this to banish any doubt
That I'll be waiting, if you're so inclined.
But
please, please, if my friend still has your love,
Forget completely what I've spoken of.
Holly Holly loves bright lights, friends, and music.
On
her lips there always is a song.
Life has its darkness, but she'd never choose it,
Loving
only what seems clear and strong,
Yet knowing that her pleasure's not for long.
Jessica
Jessica's
resourceful and refined:
Each proper phrase is tied up in a bow.
She knows that there's an end, and doesn't mind,
So
long as now her inner clock runs slow.
In her there are both energy and peace,
Clarity and intimate release:
A creature
soft and hard, clear-eyed and kind.
Jasmine
Jasmine was my best, most loyal friend,
A lover to the bone, all hot affection.
Squirming out the
moment I came near,
Making for my nose or inner ear,
In ecstasy she'd lick away dejection,
Nuzzling with neither
strategy nor end.
Even death has made her no less dear.
The Pain Will Never Go Away The pain will
never go away;
The wound will never heal.
The evil that was done to you
Is now your eyes, your heart.
The black will never turn to gray;
The blood will not congeal.
The
violence is never through;
The past does not depart. Time
will merely make you whole,
Consuming what you are:
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new
song; Part mother of an angry soul,
Part child
of despair,
Part witness and part conqueror
Of all that did you wrong.
Look Not on My Body but My Soul
Look not on my body but my soul,
Only on the face
behind the veil,
Only with the touch of inner Braille,
Knowing through yourself my being whole.
Nor
ought you touch my skin but with your heart,
Only in the tenderness of love.
Though my outer self
repulsive prove,
Of me the mask is but a minor part.
Nor should you know me out of charity:
Misfortune
can become a kind of grace,
Yielding special wisdom to a few.
Bring mainly for yourself your empathy,
Opening
a richer, wider view,
Doorway to a person much like you
Yet fired by the fate he must embrace.
Can Anyone Explain the Glow of Christmas
Can anyone explain the glow of Christmas?
Holidays
are candles in the night.
Rebirth comes from family and friends
In one bright blur of food and
talk that ends
Still burning as a peaceful inner light.
There is no way to substitute for Christmas.
Miss
it and no circumstance feels right.
All my heart's with you, yet I must miss this
Season thick
with love and rich delight.
Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun
Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to reshape souls and roots
and skies,
A time to give your heart to everyoneFreely, like a rich and lavish sun, Like
a burning star to those whose lonely sighs Show need of such a time
for love and fun. For children first,
whose pain is never done, Whose bright white fire
of anguish never dies, It's time to give your heart to every one, That not one angel fall, to hatred won For lack of ears to listen to her cries, Or
arms to carry him towards love and fun, Or
friends to care what happens on the run To adult
life, where joy or sadness lies. It's time to give your heart to everyone, For God loves all, and turns His back on none, Good or twisted, ignorant or wise. Christmas
is a time for love and fun, A time to give your heart to everyone.
YOUTH AND AGE
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull
decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth
itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean
of excess: The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch
again.
Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream
its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the
ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more
their former hope of rest; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but
worn and gray beneath.
O could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene,--
As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be, So midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would
flow to me!
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