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“Only Bow to Love (Sonnet 1360) I don't bow to truth, Truth is my toy. I don't bow to science, Science is my toy. I don't bow to law, Law is my slave. I don't bow to wealth, All wealth end in ashes. I don't bow to no constitution, I pen constitutions in my sleep. No holy writ is my authority, I pour out holiness on a daily basis. I am love, I only bow to love. Till I sleep, everyday I fall anew. Facts, faith, law, go get in line. When I see fit, I'll call you.”

“Love Logic Intention (The Drunken Sonnet) Love that keeps you sober is no love, There is no soldier only drunken lover. A thousand dazzling Vegas turn bleak, When the soul shines with love's labor. For once, let go of all judgment my friend, Wipe out all cynicism from your core. Close your eyes and look with your heart, Either we are lovers or at death's door. Nutty logic makes nice machines, Nutty love makes a good society. Scars of love add definition to life, Tears of a lover are diamonds of divinity. Right world is the result of right intention. If you want light, burn, burn 'n burn again.”

“Your Struggle is My Struggle (The Sonnet) Your struggle is my struggle, ‘Cause my heaven is in your smile. Your trouble is my trouble, Without you by my side all victory is vile. My life is only life when you are in it, For a life without love is but death in disguise. Without you my achievements mean nothing, ‘Cause you’re the sweetness of all my flight. You are the light of my eyes, Without you I am but a ship without compass. You are the strength coursing through my veins, Without you I turn into worthless abscess. You are my sky, my land and my ocean. The breath of my life is you and my salvation.”

“Epithalamium Without silence there would be no music. Life paired is doubtless more difficult than solitary existence - just as a boat on the open sea with outstretched sails is trickier to steer than the same boat drowsing at a dock, but schooners after all are meant for wind and motion, not idleness and impassive quiet. A conversation continued through the years includes hours of anxiety, anger, even hatred, but also compassion, deep feeling. Only in marriage do love and time, eternal enemies, join forces. Only love and time, when reconciled, permit us to see other beings in their enigmatic, complex essence, unfolding slowly and certainly, like a new settlement in a valley, or among green hills. In begins from one day only, from joy and pledges, from the holy day of meeting, which is like a moist grain; then come the years of trial and labor, sometimes despair, fierce revelation, happiness and finally a great tree with rich greenery grows over us, casting its vast shadow. Cares vanish in it.”

“Think the tree that bears nutrition: though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition. So give all the love you have. Do not hold any in reserve. What is given is not lost; it shall return.”

“Love is my heart swelling at the thought of you, a smile produced by your image. Love is my hand reaching to take hold of yours, a bond secured by your promise. Love is my soul choosing to be one with you, a life enhanced by your presence.”

“I have no use for these other loves. Seal them shut in jars and place them in the pantry. A reserve of love. Thank them for their love. They are so kind. Perhaps store them in the fridge For others to take. They say love is a panacea. I know it is not. Flakes of snow, no two are alike. When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry, for the world no longer makes sense, I won't look in the pantry or fridge. It is your hand pressing on my shoulder that makes me whole, makes me forget. What trouble? What world?”

“We are given this hope – we are give this promise. A promise to a brand new night of moonlight sonata. The hope to an enduring, cheering and nurturing dawn joined by brand new chapters written under the care and witness of thirteen thousand five hundred and sixty-five piles of ancient stars, long trips, old books, new dreams, long kiss and fairy tales – laid under the protective smiles and strong arms of thirteen miles of these old and wise olive trees.”

“They say that love has never been immortal. That it is only the songs, books, and movies which instill this thought in our mind. But tell me then why does my heart yearn to just have a glimpse of you every moment of my life? Why do I keep missing you? Why do I feel restless untill I have spoken to you? Why do I keep thinking about you every night lying there in my bed? Why do I feel incomplete without you in my life?”

“Ladybird Heart by Stewart Stafford O darling o' my heart, If 'tis true that is what thou art, Then recognise and see me. Didst I not win thy heart so bold, And giveth thee rings of gold? Anon, honour our precious union. But to interfering teams, Thy loyalty now it seems, Thee grants these canker blossoms o'er me. Recall how they hath tried, To jilt me from mine own bride, And keepest thou lonesome and melancholy. So, returneth, my dove, To this, thy bed of love, And sleep soundly beneath thy lovebird's wing. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!”

“The Ludicrous Pragmatic by Stewart Stafford Love is anaesthesia, Of the human condition, Honeyed, layman's nostrum, healing body and mind. An auction won unbidden, Self-created, human-sustained, Unlike energy, destructible, morphing into vicious hatred. Convalescing in a void, baby steps towards others, a sentient river to the sea, Until love's exhumed again. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“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.”

“Trick Candle Torches feeding on the dark between the stars a river of ice and fire converge in her chest a kiss like a hot spring, a tongue of embers breath of ash with sparking lips words that crash like the tide and a judge’s hammer a touch like a bed of poppies and spiderwebs hips like the curve of an hourglass and sex pure sex manifested in the flesh a body to take a bullet for I am drunk and drugged, dashed upon the shore of her soul a soul to set the angels and demons to war I am stranded in no man’s land in between her ribs like a madman guardian searching for her womb seeking death or rebirth those bittersweet twins one a flicker the other a trick candle I crawl towards the light”

“Listen. Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall? Look. Do you sense that you can’t see love? Touch. Do you grasp that you can’t catch poems? Try. Smell this glass. Go on taste this cloud. These material senses won’t get you far until you feel the velvet glove caress your soul.”

“We Were Lonely My Valentine. along a pavement of loneliness you towards me and I towards you unknown celestial bodies eclipse at night we pass and our gravity of loneliness brings us together so close to touch but not close enough your presence draws my heart and I feel you can’t pull away from gravity we stargaze our loneliness orbits and companionship to fill the black void we touch and our solitude evaporates into the stratosphere and the night is secluded I take you as a lover and you take me as yours we enter the expanding universe at its core the night to linger in our arms we feel humanity as humans share we need each other as strangers share we feel included and wanted for one night only we are true lovers one last kiss my valentine celestial bodies continue on their extraterrestrial journeys as I walk in the breaking dawn along the pavement of loneliness I know loneliness can be confined”

“Love's Great Adventure by Stewart Stafford Look out for the wandering eye, And the fervour that follows it, A jewel clasped is the first part, Guarding against theft is trickier. Surreptitious teases acted out then, The Rubicon crossed and drained, Love, blind to impediment boundaries, Prized contagion spread as lightning. Rival houses intrude to spoil it, To still the fluttering of butterflies, And the bosom of Eros heaving, Unstoppable to every homo sapien. Here, I'll act as Cupid's emissary, Whisper lovers' spells in my ear, I'll parrot them to her to the letter, So lured, she'll have me over you. Groggy from humid moon nectar, On summertime clouded visions, A second an hour, as a day a year, Arousal of fire in swelled chests. Stallions of the Venus chariot, Borne freely to the new Arcadia, Feet skimming over terra firma, The youthful mask smothers all. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“Love by the sweat of thy brow. Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne’er substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band. Be strong! A founder of the feast! Protective knight who slays the beast! For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown. Love by the sweat of thy brow.”

“Like a bolt from the blue love rises, Suddenly one finds a mirror. The beauty you find in the other, Is what you hold in your innermost corner. Suddenly we lose our voice, To speak in love is blasphemy. Declare your love without saying a word, Either be an orator or lover on knees. If they don't hear your silence, Words won't do you any good. Listen to the silence beyond the words, And you shall hear the divine tune.”

“The Illiterate (A Sonnet) I am poetry, I am the poet. I am literature, Yet I am illiterate. Illiterate am I of intellect, Illiterate am I of rituals. My literacy comes from the soil, My literacy makes the world equal. Drunkard am I, absurd am I, All I know is but love's insanity, Past all Cross and MC squared, Love is the only cosmic literacy. Be literate of books and brain, But more so of the dormant light. Literacy of letters earns you living, Literacy of love earns you a life.”

“Lock-n-Key (The Sonnet) I am the lock, You are the key. Sight of your smile, showers me with glee. I got no need for church-n-mosque, Got no need for God or Jehovah. These are for those seeking security, Upon love's face unfolds my Mecca. Yesterday I was a sensible infant, I studied scripture seeking holiness. Today I am a grownass nutter, Only godly gift is love's holy mess. Bibles are expendable, Altars are expendable. Till love takes preference, God itself is expendable.”

“Amor Apocalypse is headed our way, Now that Roe vs Wade is overturned. Love is where the scrotum-brain scotus, Will lay next their filthy hand. First they came for our choice, Then they'll come for our love. Soon they'll go for good old lynching, Land of the free will be land of the shrubs. Straight and queer are products of a bipolar world, In the sanctuary of love there's no straight, no queer. In love's domain queer is straight, straight is queer, A heart full of love and light is radiantly nonpolar.”

“Magic existed in his eyes, his energy as he lived his daily life. I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest, but if by chance this happened; it wouldn't last the test. because there's much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet. His arms will hold my fears, but he won't carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope. When we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest, I will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire.”

“Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour or two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him.”

“Time is a slimy wimy thing, Life is a blessy messy thing. Love is a happy crappy thing, Mind is a mighty fighty thing. And yet, Sin amor no hay mente, Sin mente no hay vida. Life is a record of love, Time is a record of love - To fathom this is to find felicidad.”

“When night has fallen so hard and you just can’t find your way, follow the sound of my voice back to the shelter of my arms. When the cruelty of this world blinds you to all your beauty, see yourself through my eyes and witness your magnificence. When your heart lies broken in a thousand shattered pieces, let me gather all of them up, and mend them with my love.”