“Oh, love. Dearest and wildest of things! You cannot force love. Just like confidence or humility; like spring and rain — it is, or it isn’t. Love is like a wild songbird; you cannot be proud to own her, nor cage her in order to possess her, and then ask her to keep silent. You cannot own her nor can you tame her; she needs to be free, you need to let go of it. Open the gates of that cage and let her go, let her fly away. She must be free to decide if she wants to stay. If she goes away, she must be free to decide if she wants to come back. Love is the wildest of creatures; she is not easy to find nor is she easy to keep. She is priceless, yet she isn’t for free, but if she isn’t free she cannot be true — it cannot be love.” LovePhilosophyLife LessonsLove QuotesLove QuotationsLove PoetryMeaning Of LoveLove Is PowerfulLove Is Freedom Author:Becky M.R.
“I searched for you in the forest– in every trace of sky and soil, in every space of rest and soul. I searched for you along the highway, in every city, in every valley, in every place I stepped in and every door I walked out. I searched for you in my dreams– in every bliss, in every storm, in every wish, in every hope. I searched for you in my thoughts, in every text, in every chord, in every breath, in every song. I searched for you in these verses; in every rhyme, in every word, in every smile, in every poem. I searched for you.” LoveRomanceLongingIntuitionMysticismBelongingLove PoemQuest For Love Author:Becky M.R.
“You were my beloved lacrimarium, my purgatoryx, a red light candle night; a wide lost room in our love's dimension. You were the sunlight reflected upon the moon's eyes, the zephyr of dawn that fell down so conscious. You were my broken unguentarium, a paradox, my funerary and my resurrection. You were the sword and the wound; I was the pain and its sorrow. You were my beloved lacrimarium; once a funereal monody - now my heart's unguentarium and this eternal melody.” LoveLove PoemLove PoemsAthensMonodyIntuitive PoetryLacrimarium Author:Becky M.R.