A Beautiful world within a Rain Drop...

Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.

It is........

"It is at the edge of the petal that love waits."
~ William Carlos Williams

Forget not yet.........

Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye knew, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can,
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in denays
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never means amiss;
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved,
Forget not this.

-Thomas Wyatt

"A rose is a rose is a rose."

"A rose is a rose is a rose." - Gertrude Stein

My eyes .............

“My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.”

my cute visitors...

Visitor........

how do i luv thee???

How Do I Love Thee?
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

If it will pass this way again....Thoughts

Thoughts
- By Michael Smith

I picked up pen and paper
Just the other day,
Thinking that maybe I had
Something important to say.

As the pen hit the paper
The thought had run away.
So then, I had another thought
This one would not escape.

So I wrote fast and furious
my thought would not abate.
For mostly when I pick up a pen
It's usually to late.
The thoughts come and go so fast
the pen cannot relate.
The verses fly into the wind
I write before it's too late.

The jumbled words fly before my eyes
I'd like to put them down on paper
Before I realize
that all the things I'd like to say are jumbled in a maze.

How to keep the thoughts all straight
I really don't know how.
I try to do my very best,
Just like now.

Sometimes the lines are funny,
Sometimes they are dear,
But always worth reading
Though often not very clear

When I talk
Of love and such,
I wonder if
it's too much.

But if it makes someone smile
I know I've done my best.
And if it makes your heart melt,
Well you know the rest.

So when the urge to write comes on
I quickly pick up a pen,
For I never really know
If it will pass this way again.