It’s funny n strange

It’s funny n strange, Even when we become happiest for others, We feel sorriest for ourselves.

The Pleasures of Love

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual”.

- Robertson Davies, “The Pleasures of Love,” in Saturday Night (23 December 1961); reprinted in The Enthusiasms of Robertson Davies (1990).

A POEM FOR MY LADY

I WRITE ONE EVERY DAY
SHE’S SO MUCH FUN TO THINK ABOUT
AND SHE LOVES THE THINGS I SAY
I TELL HER SHE IS PRETTY
AND A LOVELY SIGHT TO SEE
I COULD NEVER FIND ANOTHER
WHO COULD MEAN AS MUCH TO ME

SHE HAS CLASS, A DASH OF STYLE
AND AN OVERDOSE OF CHARMS
OH THE WAY SHE MAKES ME FEEL
WHEN SHE IS IN MY ARMS

SHE HAS BOTH WIT AND HUMOR,
AND A HEART THAT’S OPEN WIDE
SHE’S A LADY OF GOOD CHARACTER
WHO’LL WALK BESIDE YOU, STRIDE FOR STRIDE

EVERY NIGHT ANOTHER POEM
IF NOT, THEN EVERY DAY
I COULD WRITE UNTIL FOREVER
AND STILL HAVE MUCH TO SAY

And what is it to work with love?

“And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit, And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.”

- Kahlil Gibran