Sestina
You
used
to
love
me
well.
Well,
you—
me—
used
love
to …
to …
well …
love.
You
used
me.
Me,
too,
used …
well …
you.
Love,
love
me.
You,
too
well
used,
used
love
well.
Me,
Too.
You!
You used
to love
me well.
-Ciara Shuttleworth
![A love note that I made for my boyfriend.
Left it under his windshield wipers. =]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcosueJ6fG1qikib8o1_500.jpg)
A love note that I made for my boyfriend.
Left it under his windshield wipers. =]
Vlt, ioe
Half a poem twice (once entirely consonants, the second all vowels)
(Source: goldenlocket)
Birthday, 1915
Marc Chagall
I’d like to be in love like this.
Love that will not betray you,
dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
To be more like the man
you were made to be.
Mumford & Sons (Sigh No More)
Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13
The Story
Brandi Carlile
l y r i c s
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
“i brought you flours”
<3
Temptation of Atom
Josh Ritter
And Please Don’t Break It
And when you smiled it did something to my insides…
Our First Brains by Blunt Mechanic
Valentine
by Levi Beamish
when you are old
by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
