YOU ARE...

You are:

the tenderness that embraces me,

when I need a caress.
the serenity that supports me, 

when I am not in better days.

the quietness that transports me,

when the excitement possesses me.
the right word, when I need comfort.
the listening silence, 

when I have to relieve.
the anchor that holds me, 

when I have stormy moments.
my understanding, 

when I need someone who listens to me.
my ground, when I fly too high.
the reason of my joy, 

the reason of my love. . .

Unknown Author

PABLO NERUDA - Here I Love You

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

( Translated by W.S. Merwin )

Kahlil Gibran - On Beauty

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall

you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?         
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say,

"Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light

that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say,

"We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs,

and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say,

"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
"We have seen her leaning over the earth

from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound,

"She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves,
and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and

a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.