What would life be without love?
Without sharing your heart with another person? Not knowing what life will bring, but trusting it will be the best?
A miracle is the beauty of loving another human and their fears.
Speaking an intimate language spoken with glances, smiles, and starry nights.
A life lived with love is a life worth living.
Nothing is more pure than to eat delicious mouth-watering food, to love with no expectations, and to sleep the sleep of the just, as Maya Angelou mentioned in one of her poems.
Poetry and writing are someone’s legacy. Another human’s heart is left to be seen by the world. To be shared, to be misunderstood, even judged, but left here to add gorgeous light to this dark world of ours.
Enjoy this gorgeous poetry from someone else’s heart who once loved, who once lost love—someone who didn’t believe and then did.
1. The always passionate Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda.
From his book, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, published in 1924.
I love this poem because we all love in our very own way; we don’t know how else to love. Everything we have been through has taught us our way of loving—our way of carrying in our hands and handling with care someone else’s heart.
Starting with a classic:
Love Sonnet XVII
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.”
~ Pablo Neruda
2. A classical excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Elliot.
This poem got me at marmalade and tea. This is my favorite part. Love has always been worth it. After all, it always is.
“And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”
~ T. S. Eliot
3. From a worldwide recognized poet, Lang Leav, Memories.
“Stardust If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I. When we leave this world, we give up all our possessions and our memories. Love is the only thing we take with us. It is all we carry from one life to the next.”
4. A beauty from poet, Nicola Mar. Simple and it says everything. I get every word.
You don’t know
Why are you waiting
For someone for
So long, but when they
Appear you realize
The timing of the
Universe never Disappoints.”
~ Nicola Mar
5. This poem is special to me because it represents the most beautiful, and precious, form of love. Self-love.
“She once believed that the damage
To her mind and heart was permanent,
Until she met wisdom, who taught her
that no pain or wound is eternal, that all
can be healed, and that love can grow
even in the toughest part of her being.”
~ Yung Pueblo
And a few words to spice things up because the poetry that evokes feelings and stirs our heart must be shared.
From Michael Faudet himself to us:
“The kind of Love letters I write are the ones
You read in bed, stretched out under the sheets
With one hand between your legs.”
Another one from Michael simply because it’s beautiful and I know it will make you smile.
“Falling in Love is not rational. It’s madness. A beautiful,
wonderful, moment of magnificent insanity.”
In a world where craziness, rushing, and apathy sometimes rain upon us, we must not forget that love is everything. Love lives everywhere, in every moment, inside each one of our cells. And, in fact, for every situation, love is always the answer.
A wise man I respect shared with me a thought that has served my heart so many times: “Fear and anger can always be diluted with a little bit of love.”
And a poem from me:
I wondered if I was at the wrong station
Waiting, hoping, almost fading…into justified fears
In that minute a thousand years passed
Across my eyes
then your smile, that gold spark in your olive eyes
It told me. This is it.
You have been at many wrong stations before
So you could arrive here,
to my arms, to our home.
Out of all the thousands of beautiful possibilities
It’s hard to believe sometimes
The universe chose us.
~ Michelle G.