Love That Touches Me

That she hast my heart chiefly, and my sorrow. That she hast not all is my grief, ‘til morrow comes.

Loving offenders; a loss in love that touches me more.

Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her.

Thou dost love her, because thou knowst she love you.

Loving zenith my heart ; though pang of her absences.

That I hast weaken from loss of my love’s affections.

That I hast strengthen from thou to hold my love twain.

If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, so bury me.

And both for my sake lay on me this cross, O’ Lord.

But here’s the joy O' Lord; She and I become one.

Flattery Sweet flattery! Then she loves but me alone.

Perhaps Love

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm. And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone. The memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door. It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more. And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do. The memory of love will see you through.

Oh love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel. For some a way of living, for some a way to feel. And some say love is holding on and some say letting go. And some say love is everything, some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain. Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true.

My memories of love will be of you.

-- John Denver