VALENTINE’ S DAY ( p.49-55 ) p.II

Love is like magic

And it always will be,

For love still remains

Love’s sweet mystery.

Love works in ways

That are wondrous and strange

And there’s nothing in life

That Love cannot change!

Love is unselfish,

Understanding and kind,

For it sees with its heart

And not with its mind!

Love is the answer

That everyone seeks-

Love is the language

That every heart speaks.

Forgotten
(Algernon Swinburne 1837-1909)

I remember the way we parted,

The day and the way we met;

You hoped we were both broken-hearted,

And knew we should both forget.

And the best and the worst of this is

That neither is most to blame,

If you have forgotten my kisses,

And I have forgotten your name.

Some Time
(Eleanor Farjeon)

Some time! some time!

When will it be?

It might be winter,

It might be spring,

With snow on the ground

Or fruit on the tree,

Some time! some time!

When will it be?

Some one! some one!

What is he like?

Perhaps a coal-man,

Perhaps a king.

Will he come on a horse

Or a motor-bike?

Some one! some one!

What is he like?

Somewhere! somewhere!

Oh, but where?

In a hollow

Or on a height?

Over the water?

At the fair?

Somewhere! somewhere!

Oh, but where?

Some time! some time!

When will it be?

It might be morning,

It might be night,

With the sun in the sky

Or the moon on the sea –

Some time! some time!

When will it be?

The Size of Your Heart
(Author Unknown)

It isn't the size of your house as such

That matters so much at all.

It's the gentle hand and its loving touch,

That make it great or small.

The friends who come and the hour they

Who out of your house depart,

Will judge it not by the style you show,

But rather by the size of your heart.

It isn't the size of your head so much,

It isn't the wealth you found.

That will make you happy — it's how you touch

The lives that are all around.

For making money is not hard —

To live life well is an art:

How people love you, how they regard,

Is all in the size of your heart.

Sonnet

I

Through

Blue

Sky

Fly

To

You

Why?

Sweet

Love

Feet

Move

So

Slow.

 Anon.