有一天
一个男孩失恋了
男孩非常伤心
天使看见他却笑着对男孩说
你只是失去了一个不爱你的人
而她却失去了一个爱她的人

To Make a Prairie [Emily Dickinson]

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

Reprise [Ogden Nash]

Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generations
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies.
Their girls have glimmered like the moon,
Or shimmered like a summer moon,
Stood like a lily, fled like a fawn,
Now the sunset, now the dawn,
Here the princess in the tower
There the weet forbidden flower.
Darling, when I look at you
Every aged phrase is new,
And there are moments when it seems
I've married one of Shakespeare's dreams.

Juliet [Hilaire Belloc]

How did theparty fo in Portman Square?
I cannot tell you: Juliet was not there.

And how did Lady Gaster's party go?
Juliet was next to me and i do not know.

I carry your heart with me [E.E. Cumings]

I carry your heart with me ( i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is yout doing, my darling
i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun wil always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry you heart (i carry it in my heart)

She tellsher love while half asleep [Robert Graves]

She tells her love while half asleep
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low;

As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

A Butterfly Hovers Closely [Anon]

A butterfly hovers closely

And then quickly moves away,

Swiftly going where so ever

Her heart may freely say.

A butterfly lowers and rises

With the wind's gusty breath,

As if coupled within a dance

Of a loving tenderness.

The butterfly only knows

How it feels to have wings,

To kiss the petals of flowers

In such elegant flitterings.

To have but one moment

Of such an exquisite flight,

Would be like a dream

Where all seems so right.