"My love, what are you look at?"
"How beautiful your hair shines in the sunlight. And your eyes, so gentle and so full of love. I wish to engrave this image of you in my heart, so that this moment will last forever."
"But why? We are always together, you and I, and we always will be; together until the end of time."
"Hamona, beautiful Hamona. Dearest, I will give you my word: I promise that one day, I'll take you to Paradise."
"No, for me, this is Paradise; when you and I are together, where ever we are, that is always Paradise to me."
Episode of Hands
The unexpected interest made him flush.
Suddenly he seemed to forget the pain,—
Consented,—and held out
one finger from the others.
The gash was bleeding, and a shaft of sun
That glittered in and out among the wheels,
Fell lightly, warmly, down into the wound.
And as the fingers of the factory owner's son,
That knew a grip for books and
Sappho's Reply
My voice rings down through thousands of years
To coil around your body and give you strength,
You who have wept in direct sunlight,
Who have hungered in invisible chains,
Tremble to the cadence of my legacy.
An army of lovers shall not fail.
'The Hand that Cradles the Rock' 
Rita Mae Brown
Fatima
O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,
Lo, falling from my constant mind,
Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind,
I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.
Last night I wasted hateful hours
Below the
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
Pure soul like you
Saf ruhlar güneş ışığı ışını gibidir
en karanlık gecede savaşmak
Ruhunu yaratan dolunay gibi
ve seni bir çocuk gibi gülümsetir
Saf ruhlar ilk ve son aşk kıvılcımı gibidir
bu size milyonlarca kelebek hissettiriyor
müzikle dans ederek etrafta süzülmek
sadece senin duyabildiğini
En nadir orkidenin yaprağı kadar narin
camdan yapılmış bir kalp kadar
Brown eyes when hit by sunlight are magical.
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