Whitebaby Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects. Pablo Neruda
Whitebaby Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle— Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain'd its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea— What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?
Whitebaby Love Unexpressed The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull with rust; The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels, are clogged with dust; We pipe and pipe again our dreary music upon the self-same strains, While sounds of crime, and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains. On through the world we go, an army marching with listening ears, Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he never hears; Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort, a word of tender praise, A word of love, to cheer the endless journey of earth's hard, busy days. They love us, and we know it; this suffices for reason's share. Why should they pause to give that love expression with gentle care? Why should they pause? But still our hearts are aching with all the gnawing pain Of hungry love that longs to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain. We love them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb, Among the unused strings of love's expression, the notes are dumb. We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow, leaving the words unsaid, And, side by side with those we love the dearest, in silence on we tread. Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils, Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills. The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is: Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.
Whitebaby Love at First Sight They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them This certainty is beautiful, Even more beautiful than uncertainty. They thought they didn't know each other, nothing had ever happened between them, These streets, these stairs, this corridors, Where they could have met so long ago? I would like to ask them, if they can remember - perhaps in a revolving door face to face one day? A "sorry" in the crowd? "Wrong number" on the 'phone? - but I know the answer. No, they don't remember. How surprised they would be For such a long time already Fate has been playing with them. Not quite yet ready to change into destiny, which brings them nearer and yet further, cutting their path and stifling a laugh, escaping ever further; There were sings, indications, undecipherable, what does in matter. Three years ago, perhaps or even last Tuesday, this leaf flying from one shoulder to another? Something lost and gathered. Who knows, perhaps a ball already in the bushes, in childhood? There were handles, door bells, where, on the trace of a hand, another hand was placed; suitcases next to one another in the left luggage. And maybe one night the same dream forgotten on walking; But every beginning is only a continuation and the book of fate is always open in the middle.
Whitebaby Love What's wrong with you, with us, what's happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us wounding us and if we want to leave our wound, to separate, it makes a new knot for us and condemns us to drain our blood and burn together. What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory. And how empty you went through the world like a wheat-colored jar without air, without sound, without substance! I vainly sought in you depth for my arms that dig, without cease, beneath the earth: beneath your skin, beneath your eyes, nothing, beneath your double breast scarcely raised a current of crystalline order that does not know why it flows singing. Why, why, why, my love, why? Pablo Neruda
Whitebaby Have You Ever Really Loved Someone Have you ever really loved someone So much that it made you cry Just the thought of living without them Made you think that you would die They make you feel so incredible The future.....Bright and clear Theymake you feel like you could conquer anything Without question of fear When life is tough they stand beside you On your darkest day they are your light They Save you from yourself sometimes And Chase Away your night They Show you who you really are They become all you know They make you wonder if you could go on If they should ever go You've become that one for me The single point of light You are the comfort I find in my dreams The solace I find in the night Before I even met you I knew you were the one For in every life comes a love Who can take you to the sun When I was hurt, you kept me smiling When I was losing, you made me win We have no clue on where we're going Only guessing where we've been When you are low, I am even lower When you're feeling good, I can touch the sky When we're together, I can move a mountain When we're apart, i all but die Forever I'll stand beside you Right up to the very end And you still wont know how much I love you Or How special you've been Just know, my love, I am ready And waiting with wings To save us from the dark clouds gathering And whatever else the future brings......
Whitebaby With You I've Learned To Love Again Somewhere, deep down inside of me, there is a place you have magically healed. A Place that you have touched so gently, so sweetly, so carefully. A Place where you have one by one. Opened all the windows to let in the sunlight again. This place is my heart. The magic is love. The sunlight is the joy of being with you.
Whitebaby Love Love? I will tell thee what it is to love, It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, Where hope seems brooding ike a beautuous dove; Where Time seems young, and Life a thing divine. All tastes, all pleasures, all sesires combine To cinsecrate this sanctuary of bliss. Above, the stars in shroudless beauty shine; Around the streams their flowery margin kiss; And if there's heaven on earth, that heaven is surely this. Yes, this is Love, the steadfast and the true, The immortal glory which hath never set; Te best, the brightest boon the heart e'er knew: Of all life's sweets the very sweetest yet! Oh! who but can recalll the eve they met To breathe in some green walk their first young vow, While summer flowers with moonlight dews were wet, And winds sighed soft around the mountain's brow, And all was rapture then which is but memory now.
Whitebaby I Leave Thee for Awhile I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh; The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye; I do not blush to own the tear,—let, let it touch my cheek, And what my lip has failed to tell, that drop perchance may speak. Mavourneen! when again I seek my green isle in the West, Oh, promise thou wilt share my lot, and set this heart at rest. I leave thee for awhile, my love; but every hour will be Uncheered and lonely till the one that brings me back to thee. I go to make my riches more; but where is man to find A vein of gold so rich and pure as that I leave behind? Mavourneen! though my home might be the fairest earth possessed, Till thou wouldst share and make it warm, this heart would know no rest. I leave thee for awhile, my love; my cheek is cold and white, But ah, I see a promise stand within thy glance of light; When next I seek old, Erin's shore, thy step will bless it too, And then the grass will seem more green, the sky will have more blue. Mavourneen! first and dearest loved, there's sunshine in my breast, For thou wilt share my future lot, and set this heart at rest.