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Post by Pina on May 4, 2003 0:40:50 GMT
Live With me
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasure prove, That hills, and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the sheperds lead their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair-lined slippers for the cold, with buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
The sheperd swains shall dance and sing For thy delights each May morning; If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Anon 16th century
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Post by Paulo on May 4, 2003 11:46:49 GMT
Allow commitment toward your path to fuel your determination.
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Post by Paulo on May 5, 2003 13:05:15 GMT
Let's move forwards, not backwards. Things can only get better and our love can only grow.The above positive words is from my soulmate. I love her very much. Paulo
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Post by Paulo on May 6, 2003 17:25:47 GMT
It would be nice if hospitals and schools had all the money they needed and the army had to hold jumble sales to buy guns.
Think about it, it makes sense!
Paulo
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Post by Pina on May 6, 2003 22:37:46 GMT
Butterflies Are Free
Guess there comes a time in our lives when we're in the cocoon in a resting and growing phase. And that's as it should be.
Then comes the time when the cocoon begins to feel like a restraint and we want to experience the world outside. We begin to break free. And that's as it should be.
Then comes the time when we feel the need to explore the world from which we were once closed off. And that's as it should be.
Then we find that the world isn't all that we thought it might, could, would be. There's ups and downs, hills and valleys, fear and love. All manner of things that we couldn't have imagined from the cocoon. And that's as it should be.
Then we begin to find our way in the world, doing, believing what seems to work for us. A way to fly free is found that finally leads us to where we want to go and helps us to be what we envision we want to be. And that's as it should be.
Then we begin to realize that not everyone wants to fly like we do. They have their own flight path leading to chosen destinations. And that's as it should be.
Then we realize that all we really can do is to share our flight with others and let others share theirs with us. The journey isn't any less valuable or less loving because we have different flight paths. We enjoy more, we love more, we feel more open. And that's as it should be.
Butterflies are free. And that's as it should be.
Fly 'free' today. (Verse By LateBloomer)
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Post by Paulo on May 10, 2003 20:25:45 GMT
A butterfly from my butterfly! To A Butterfly By William Wordsworth STAY near me---do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Much converse do I find I thee, Historian of my infancy ! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart, My father's family! Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey:---with leaps and spring I followed on from brake to bush; But she, God love her, feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
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