Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your hands Your laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet excesses that I do adore. What surety is there That we will meet again, On other worlds some Future time undated. I defy my body's haste. Without the Promise Of one more sweet encounter I will not deign to die.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
“And here you are living despite it all”
There is no other like you. Be proud to declare it not to the world, but just to yourself. You are the only one you need to impress.
I’ve been on a roll with my pizza game if I do say so myself. Everyone is loving it and no one has asked to order pizza in awhile. Win! Once I felt as if making my own dough seemed intimidating and a daunting, laborious task. It’s not. Once I did it a few times, enjoyed the pizza and loved the smiles on the kids faces, I was hooked and wanted to do it again. I try to make homemade pizza weekly to keep me on my game and will set aside dough for the kids to make their own pizzas which they love doing too. What kid doesn’t love getting messy with food?
“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.