Words of Love
Pearl S. Buck

Conversation
"Return to me," I bade my soul
"Inhabit me again.
Why wander on the wide round earth
When heaven is your goal?"

"Alas," my soul to me replies.
"I am enslaved by heart,
Who follows that One whom it loves
And musr until it dies."


Desire
The slow rise, the swelling joy,
Filling vein and pulse until
Desire,flodding to it's full height
Breaks---as breaks the wave uopn
the sea
Then I am you love,and
You are me.


The Quest
Love is a questing spirit
Seeking where to find
A human frame to live in
A human heart to bind

A human heart to bind, dear love
And so I offer mine
Accept this heart and,if you will,
Use it as bread and wine.


Essence
I give you the books I've made
Body and soul,bled and flayed.
Yet the essence they contain
In one poem is made plain.
In one poem is made clear:
On this earth,though far or near,
Without love there's only fear.

The Wish
Judy Garland

Would that my pen were tipped with a magic wand
That I could but tell of my love for you
That I could but write with the surge I feel
When I gaze upon your sweet face--
Would that my throat were blessed bu the nightingale
That I could but sing of my hearts great love
In some lonely tree flooded with silver
Sing till I burst my breast with such passion
Sing then fall dead to lie at your feet.

Seen Before
Kim Ballard

You remind me of someone-something
I'm not quite really sure where
Of words I let slip from me once
Or heard bounce off an empty wall.

Perhaps I heard you in a dream
When I was longing to be near someone.
Could be I heard you by the stream
When I contemplated life or death.

There's an inkling in this empty void.
Of nothingness that I call my mind.
Which makes me think I know you
And that I've seen you once before.

The Literary Lyceum
Denise Lowder

A dream is a fragile thing--
Created by the simplest and yet Destroyed
Only by the most Complex.
Made to live or made to die by the One.
Who first gave it life--
A dream is for those who made it;
Yet,Reality is the Ghost of all.

Hey Love

Hey Love,
I think I see you.
Yes,deep in the isolated gullies of my mind
Are reflected images of you.
Your haunting shadow still preforates the
Lonely corridors of my soul.

Hey love,
I think I hear you.
Echos of your voice ringing
Throughout the forgotten hallways
Of my body.
Screaming promises that are now
Only heard
Thundering in the diatance.

Hey love,
I think I feel you.
Breathing passionately in my ear the
Few promises that make this love burn:
And even when the ashes smolder,
Still fans the flame.
And even when the ashes smolder,

Still fan flame.