The most beautiful thing in this world is the world
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Couplets
The moment I look into your eyes A thousand Couplets start to dance between us. Shall I capture them all and grant a life term of words Or, Shall I let them live their promised life times…
When I look in your eyes, I see the wisdom of the world in your eyes I see the sadness of a thousand goodbyes When I look in your eyes
And it is no surprise, to see the softness of the moon in your eyes The gentle sparkle of the stars in your eyes When I look in your eyes
In your eyes, I see the deepness of the sea I see the deepness of the love The love I feel you feel for me
Autumn comes, summer dies I see the passing of the years in your eyes And when we part there will be no tears no goodbyes I'll just look into your eyes
Those eyes, so wise So warm, so real How I love the world, your eyes reveal -Diana Krall
(1) When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
(2) If I cannot recognize him Will he be able to search me out? I wonder, if he will whisper A tune that will arouse my senses, I wonder, if he will enamor them I wonder, if he will embellish me With his very own tinge I wonder if he will stir my heart awake From its deep slumber. Will the veil that I drape Get swayed by him? Will he guess my little secret In these balmy days of spring?
When I look in your eyes, I see the wisdom of the world in your eyes
ReplyDeleteI see the sadness of a thousand goodbyes
When I look in your eyes
And it is no surprise, to see the softness of the moon in your eyes
The gentle sparkle of the stars in your eyes
When I look in your eyes
In your eyes, I see the deepness of the sea
I see the deepness of the love
The love I feel you feel for me
Autumn comes, summer dies
I see the passing of the years in your eyes
And when we part there will be no tears no goodbyes
I'll just look into your eyes
Those eyes, so wise
So warm, so real
How I love the world, your eyes reveal
-Diana Krall
(1)
ReplyDeleteWhen love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
(2)
If I cannot recognize him
Will he be able to search me out?
I wonder, if he will whisper
A tune that will arouse my senses,
I wonder, if he will enamor them
I wonder, if he will embellish me
With his very own tinge
I wonder if he will stir my heart awake
From its deep slumber.
Will the veil that I drape
Get swayed by him?
Will he guess my little secret
In these balmy days of spring?