Do men love?

[Suze]

My hubby is away visiting some of his family , he just sent me this poem by Philip Larkin . He must b missing me cos he's not usually this romantic .

Your poem is very sad I hope u have recovered fully from this .

 

[Suze]

Here is a poem I wrote on love:

I tried to shield this heart from love
To spare myself the pain
Forlorn indeed I fell
And this endeavor wrought my shame

Because I could not face the depth
Of feelings you inspired
I ran away
How could I know
I'd burn in hell's vile fire?

I tried to pick the pieces up
. Abysmal
. . . Broken
. .. . . Charred
A semblance of normality
I worked for very hard

Thusly mired I struggled
Both to end and attain flight
Striving to excise the wound
And cease my despaired plight

But always irrevocably
Your image came to bear
My being strained to fill the void
With love I could not share

Ever present buried deep
Within my tortured soul
My love lay pining hidden from
A world which seemed so cold

How could I have so erred in life
To plainly lose my way
Ignoring my emotive will
Keeping my self at bay

By thinking I'd be happy
In fulfilling others' hearts
Relentless death crept on me
And eclipsed my vital spark

Written by Magenta in 1988

I think I've been replying to myself again , your poem is very sad and I hope u have fully recovered from this .

 

[Karlon]

Here is a poem I wrote on love:

I tried to shield this heart from love
To spare myself the pain
Forlorn indeed I fell
And this endeavor wrought my shame

Because I could not face the depth
Of feelings you inspired
I ran away
How could I know
I'd burn in hell's vile fire?

I tried to pick the pieces up
. Abysmal
. . . Broken
. .. . . Charred
A semblance of normality
I worked for very hard

Thusly mired I struggled
Both to end and attain flight
Striving to excise the wound
And cease my despaired plight

But always irrevocably
Your image came to bear
My being strained to fill the void
With love I could not share

Ever present buried deep
Within my tortured soul
My love lay pining hidden from
A world which seemed so cold

How could I have so erred in life
To plainly lose my way
Ignoring my emotive will
Keeping my self at bay

By thinking I'd be happy
In fulfilling others' hearts
Relentless death crept on me
And eclipsed my vital spark

Written by Magenta in 1988

holy heavens! well written with wisdom! too, what a coincidence because i wrote a small poem today & posted it in the Poems & Poetry!

 

[HealthAndHappiness]

I cried...

The Lord sure pictures his mercy in so many ways dear sister. You have also picked up a brother in time of need. That will not be forgotten.

40And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Matthew 25

 

[Edith]

U have inspired me to ask the question , what does love mean to us on a personal level . Yes I know, it's hard to put into words , it's just that my feelings about love r different to yours so , I thought that maybe everyone's feelings about love could b very different . I don't want to feel as if I belong . I have never ever felt like that except with God . He is my family , my home . A person can't make me feel like that .
Trying to keep this short as possible : love is an emotion and it's also irrational and a law unto itself . Love isn't about looks , it's about attraction but not just on a physical level . For me , I know when I love someone when , their happiness is much more important to me than my own is , in other words I'm prepared to sacrifice my own happiness in order for them to b happy and their happiness makes me feel happy .
Doing something nice for someone is one of the ways that we can express our love for them but it isn't love in and of itself . I would 'love' to know everyone else's definition of love . Looking forward to reading everyone's answers .

Love is everything but not something in Particular, it is belonging, it is the little actions, the emotions, the trust, it's also the spoken and unspoken word, it is the patience, the presence, the mushy gushy like lynx would say, and finally it Is God. Every word or act of Love expressed is expressing God and this is what I don't find in my father and most men around. I work in a team of 8men, they always dodge the work and I always do the work and we all receive the praise. And all I want is "ashia Edith" no they can't say it . they nag and recently I complained and became the group's enemy, however two of them stood out and apologized. Lately I asked my Dad: don't you love us enough to make peace with mom or do the traditional rights that is demanded? he never answered. All these put together takes away the sense of belonging, be it in my father's life or in the life of my group. I may be used to and not affected by it but I feel off. so love doesn't have a particular tag but we certainly can see it, feel it, and know it when it comes out way.

 

[Edith]

My hubby is away visiting some of his family , he just sent me this poem by Philip Larkin . He must b missing me cos he's not usually this romantic .

cute

 

[Edith]

I like what Kahlil Gibran said on love, which had a profound effect on me as a teen when I first
read it, to realize there were such people in the world, to think so deeply on these matters...

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself
He threshes you to make your naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your heart you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

From The Prophet (Knopf, 1923). This poem is in the public domain.

Profound: I love it dear Mage.