What is love?
Love is Mom's kiss and Dad's pat.
Love is sweet roses to a lover and tender caresses to a child.
Love is the tree of friendship.
Love is mutual understanding and support.
Love is forgiveness and sacrifice.
Love is the never-setting sun in the sky.
Love is the spring of the inspiration.
Love is a panacea that cures spiritual wounds.
Love is the candle in the dark and the fireplace against the cold.
Love is a key to open the door of a closed heart.
Love is an oasis on a boundless desert which gives a tired walker strength and hope.
Love is a harbor in a turbulent sea which makes a weary seaman safe and sound.
Love is balmy wind that soothes pain and anxiety from the tempests of the life.
Love is the teacher's persistence in giving lectures when he is ill.
Love is passing a cup of tea to teachers during the break.
Love is sending postcards to parents on their birthdays.
Love is a kind of subtle and precious sensation among human beings.
Love is all!
The Flight of Youth
Richard Henry Stoddard/理查德.亨利.斯托达德
There are gains for all our losses.
There are balms for all our pain;
But when youth,the dream,departs
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood’s sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Following youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again!
The Rainy Day
The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold and dark and dreary;
It rains and the wind is never weary;
My though still cling to the moldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still,sad heart!And cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Love Like Morning Sun
So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,
I feel your presence enter me
like the morning sun's early light,
filling my memories and dreams of us
with a warm and clear radiance.
You have become my love, my life,
and together we have shaped our world
until it seems now as natural as breathing.
But I remember when it wasn't always so -
times when peace and happiness seemed more
like intruders in my life than
the familiar companions they are today;
times when we struggled to know each other,
but always smoothing out those rough spots
until we came to share ourselves completely.
We can never rid our lives entirely
of sadness and difficult times
can understand them together, and grow
stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.
If I don't tell you as often as I'd like,
it's because I could never tell you enough -
that I'm grateful for you
sharing your life with mine,
and that my love for you will live forever.
by Edmund O'Neil
The Pride of Youth
Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
Singing so rarely.
"tell me, thou bonny bird,
when shall I marry me?"
"when six braw gentlemen
kirkward shall carry ye."
"who makes the bridal bed,
birdie, say truly?"
"The gray-headed sexton
That delves the grave duly."
"The glowworm o'er grave and stone
Shall light thee steady;
The owl from the steeple sing,
Welcome, proud lady."