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Where Is Mr. Right?
Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2011
The night is dark,
And the stars are bright.
I sit here wondering,
Where is Mr. Right?
I'm surrounded by friends,
And some I do not know.
Quietly I look around,
Then I see your glow.
You turn to me and look up,
Our eyes meet across the deck.
Those brown and gentle eyes,
Make me start to sweat.
I want to talk to you,
But don't know what to say.
Who knows what fate has in store,
We may meet again someday. -
True & Patient
Poet: William Dunbak
If ye would love and loved be,
In mind keep well these things three.
And sadly in thy breast imprint, -
Be secret, true and patient!
For he that patience can not leir,
He shall displeasance have perquier,
Though he had all this world's rent:
Be secret, true and patient!
For who that secret cannot be,
Him all good fellowship shall flee,
And credence none shall him be lent:
Be secret, true and patient!
And he that is of heart untrue,
From he be ken'd farewell! adieu!
Fie on him! fie! his fame is went:
Be secret, true and patient!
Thus he that wants ane of these three
Ane lover glad may never be,
But aye in some thing discontent:
Be secret, true and patient!
'Nought with thy tongue thyself discure
The thingis that thou hast of nature;
For if thou dost, thou shalt recen:
Be secret, true and patient! -
Love's Hope
Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller
Yes, somewhere in this cold and selfish world,
A heart o'erflows with love and sympathy -
Soft lips my lingering kisses now await,
And clinging arms would open e'en to me;
Though Stygian darkness rises as a wall,
And Fate has robbed of every helpful thing,
I'll launch my cry - "Sweetheart!" - God speed the call:
And may today my living Answer bring.
I scan each passing face with anxious eye,
Reach out my hands at every spark of hope,
And yearn for her who will not pass me by -
He makes mistakes who must in darkness grope!
I haven't much to offer to you dear, "
Just love and home - appreciation due -
Who'll say, "He gives enough who gives his all" -
I need her now - sweet lady, is it YOU? -
My Mate
Poet: Guy Innes
In dreams we meet, though dreams be few
Wherein your voice is clear;
Awake, I go companionless
Down crowded roads in loneliness
Austere;
And yet, have I not longed for you.
My dear?
My best can never quite repay
The craftsman's full demands;
I miss my utmost by as much
As means to me the inspiring touch
Of hands
Whose dreamland spell the workaday
Withstands.
What summit might I not attain
Upon Illusion's hill,
By your unaltered faith upheld.
By your unchanged belief impelled,
Until
Came conquest - might that dream we twain
Fulfill.
Alone, my makeshift best I try -
What matter, since I know
It serves its turn, and it is well
If in the market-place 'twill sell.
Although
Such guerdon mocks the dream that I
Forego.
In dreams we meet, though dreams be few
Wherein your voice is clear,
And still I go companionless
Down crowded roads in loneliness
Austere;
But oh, do I not long for you,
My dear! -
Now We Are Young
Poet: Unknown
Now we are young and gay;
All distant seems December,
In this our life's young May.
Now in our upward journey
May true love make us brave,
We'll fret not for the morrow,
We'll reck not of the grave;
"Thank God for all the sweet days,"
We'll whisper while we may,
And wish for nothing better -
While we are young and gay.
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