Love to the Fullest

The words we spoke hold meanings deep in our tone where if not searched, one would never find. Love is now more than the lips, hands, or hearts; it is more than eyes can see, more than a touch can feel, more than thoughts can know... Nothing could describe the love that had grown.

Love is at its fullest...yet it is not full...

The hunger and thirst that surges about, lasts longer than the summer of Sahara! Mock not when I talk of heat that burns so extravagant and so everlasting... Heat of emptiness and of pain, but also of pleasure that I cannot restrain.

A love at its fullest...yet never would be full...

C. Aurelius

More feelings...

Spark of Life

All in the world that is dear
All in the darkness that I fear
All noises and sounds I long to hear
Oh spark of love! Spark of life! It is you!

As everlasting as the wide blue sky's embrace
As neverending as the depth that vast violet oceans encase
As entwining as the paths of thick green forest's enlace
Oh spark of love! Spark of life! One so true!

Like the folds in which bind two hands
Like the touch in which bind two lips
Like half souls in which bind two hearts
That spark of love, that spark of life, Patt my love it is you!

C. Aurelius

And so it goes...

To Anthea Who May Command Him Anything

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Prostestant to be:
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.

Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour thy decree:
Or bid it languish quite away,
And 't shall do so for thee.

Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see:
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en Death, to die for thee.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me,
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.

- Robert Herrick