Love
Poems and Love Quotes
A collection of all kinds of love stuff to help you
express to those around you, how you really feel.
For the young ones we have some teenage
love quotes, for those exciting and awkward moments of
expression.
For everyone we have the love
poems and love quotes
section, with a mix of old classics and some newer ones. They are
written by famous people as well as anonymous ones. We have authors
from the old days such as Shakespeare and the new days as well.
Below is my favourite story about love, it's an old
buddhist classic:
New Section: Life Quotes
Kahlil Gibran
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
THE ELEPHANT AND HIS OLD BLIND MOTHER
Long ago, in the hills of the Himalayas near a lotus pool, the Buddha
was once born as a baby elephant. He was a magnificent elephant, pure
white with feet and face the color of coral. His trunk gleamed like
a silver rope and his ivory tusks curled up in a long arc.
He followed his mother everywhere. She plucked the tenderest leaves
and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to him. "First
you, then me," she said. She bathed him in the cool lotus pool
among the fragrant flowers. Drawing the sparkling water up in her
trunk, she sprayed him over the top of his head and back until he
shone. Then filling his trunk with water, he took careful aim and
squirted a perfect geyser right between his mother's eyes. Without
blinking, she squirted him back. And back and forth, they gleefully
squirted and splashed each other. Splish! Splash!
Then they rested in the soft muck with their trunks curled together.
In the deep shadows of afternoon, the mother elephant rested in the
shade of a rose-apple tree and watched her son romp and frolic with
the other baby elephants.
The little elephant grew and grew until he was the tallest and strongest
young bull in the herd. And while he grew taller and stronger, his
mother grew older and older. Her tusks were yellow and broken and
in time she became blind. The young elephant plucked the tenderest
leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to his
dear old blind mother. "First you, then me," he said.
He bathed her in the cool lotus pool among the fragrant flowers.
Drawing the sparkling water up in his trunk, he sprayed her over the
top of her head and back until she shone. Then they rested in the
soft muck with their trunks curled together. In the deep shadows of
afternoon, the young elephant guided his mother to the shade of a
rose-apple tree. Then he went roaming with the other elephants. One
day a king was hunting and spied the beautiful white
elephant. "What a splendid animal! I must have him to ride upon!"
So the king captured the elephant and put him in the royal stable.
He adorned him with silk and jewels and garlands of lotus flowers.
He gave him sweet grass and juicy plums and filled his trough with
pure water.
But the young elephant would not eat or drink. He wept and wept,
growing thinner each day. "Noble elephant," said the king,
"I adorn you with silk and jewels. I give you the finest food
and the purest water, yet you do not eat or drink. What will please
you?" The young elephant said, "Silk and jewels, food and
drink do not make me happy. My blind old mother is alone in the forest
with no one to care for her. Though I may die, I will take no food
or water until I give some to her first."
The king said, "Never have I seen such kindness, not even among
humans. It is not right to keep this young elephant in chains."
Free, the young elephant raced through the hills looking for his mother.
He found her by the lotus pool. There she lay in the mud, too weak
to move. With tears in his eyes, he filled his trunk with water and
sprayed the top of her head and back until she shone. "Is it
raining?" she asked. "Or has my son returned to me?"
"It is your very own son!" he cried. "The king has
set me free!" As he washed her eyes, a miracle happened. Her
sight returned. "May the king rejoice today as I rejoice at seeing
my son again!" she said.
The young elephant then plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest
mangoes from a tree and gave them to her. "First you, then me."
Dear, I to thee this diamond commend
by Sir John Harrington
Dear, I to thee this diamond commend,
In which a model of thyself I send.
How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth,
So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth.
The touch will try this ring of purest gold,
My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold.
That metal precious is, the stone is true,
As true, and then how much more precious you.
The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil,
Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil.
You'll deem this dear, because from me you have it,
I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it.
This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel,
Your love's like force in my firm heart I feel.
But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing,
Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.
All I ever wanted is in you
(by Nicholas Gordon)
All I ever wanted is in you:
Love, laughter, a pillow for my fears.
I want to give and to be given to
So I might feel myself flow through the years
Alive in you, the wonder of my tears.
