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Oh, This Foolish Heart



Oh, this foolish heart of mine

why do you keep on yearning

For the one that isn't mine

and keeping this flame burning

You know this love can never be

so why not set it free

instead of hanging onto it.. so

free from it I'll be

Every time my mind's made up

to try hard to forget

This heart of mine starts longing

and again I am beset

With thoughts of what could be

and all the how's and why's

Yet, knowing that it's all in wain

and then I start to cry

Oh, this foolish heart of mine..

oh please, please set me free

From the love I have for one

that cannot ever be

My heart has held on to this love

for such a very long time

I guess my heart keeps hoping...

someday that love will be mine

To Love You



to love you is to fear you,

to cry when you're away,

to see you in my every thoughts,

to want you every day.

to love you is an addiction,

to want you makes me ill.

every look I lay upon you,

makes my world stand still.

to hear you is a living dream

of words I've hard before,

to touch you is like a dangerous drug

that leaves me needing more.

to smell you takes my every breath,

I get lost in your cologne.

to love you is to hurt inside

when ever I'm alone.

to taste your lips leaves me numb,

to hold you leaves me whole

to love you is to need you,

to know you, moves my soul

Come ot me in the silence of the night;



Come in the speaking silence of a dream;



Come to me with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright, eyes as bright as sunlight, sunlight on a stream;



Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.



Oh, dream, how sweet, too sweet, too bittersweet, whose wakening should have been in paradise,Where souls brimful of love a bide and meet;



Where thirsting, thirsting, longing eyes watch the slow door that opening, letting in, lets out no more.



Yet come to me in dreams that I may live my very life again tho' cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give, I may give, pulse for pulse breath for breath:



Speak low, lean low, as long ago my love, how long ago.

Evening of roses

Let us goout to the grove

Myrrh, fragents spices and incense

Are a threshold for your feet



Night falls slowly

And the wind of roses is blowing

Let me whisper you a song, secretly

A song of love



Dawn, a dove is cooing

Your head is filled with dew

Your mouth is a rose unto the morning

I will pick it for myself

I have remembered beauty in the night,

Against black silences I waked to see

A shower of sunlight over Italy

And green Ravello dreaming on her height;

I have remembered music in the dark,

The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,

And running water singing on the rocks

When once in English woods I heard a lark.



But all remembered beauty is no more

Than a vague prelude to the thought of you --

You are the rarest soul I ever knew,

Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;

My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,

And when I think of you, I am at rest.