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About me

In About me on July 24, 2012 at 4:34 pm

Prayer of Thanks – YouTube

Strong Woman vs. Woman of Strength – YouTube

Remind Me, God – YouTube

♫♪♥A Woman’s Heart ❤ – YouTube

 

The Beauty of a Woman

The beauty of a woman, isn’t in the clothes she wears,

The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman, must be seen from in her eyes,

Because that’s the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman, isn’t in a facial mole,

but true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul.

It’s the caring that she cares to give, the passion that she shows.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.

Music By: Yanni Rainmaker

It is hard for me to talk about myself.Please,let me be the one who do not talk.The one who wants to show what she is.If I could I would dreased myself only into a love,nothing more and never less.

One day we will all see into each others heart and we will know who we were.

May Your days be for filled with love,peace and everlasting joy of living soul.

I do love You each and every one,You are my beloved friends do not ever forget that.

With love,milena

The Poet and the Bird

In Love on April 26, 2012 at 10:52 am

The Poet and the Bird – Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Said a people to a poet—” Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine. There’s a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!” The poet went out weeping—the nightingale ceased chanting; “Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?” I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting, Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.” The poet went out weeping,—and died abroad, bereft there— The bird flew to his grave and died, amid a thousand wails:— And, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there Was only of the poet’s song, and not the nightingale’s.

For the Brighetst Star over my sky

In Love on April 16, 2012 at 8:53 pm

Relaxing piano music (Just for you) – YouTube

Rest Your Heart Mary

In Love on April 16, 2012 at 8:36 pm

Maksim Mrvica _♪♫ Desert Skies ♫♪_ – YouTube

Thee

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 8:26 pm

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Ode to A Nightingale

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:44 pm

John Keats – Ode To A Nightingale – Bright Star – YouTube

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats (1795-1821) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?

John Keats – Ode To A Nightingale – Bright Star – YouTube

A Thing of Beauty by J.Keats

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:40 pm

John Keats – A Thing Of Beauty – YouTube

A Thing Of Beauty From Endymion – Book I by John Keats (1795-1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast That, whether there be shine or gloom o’ercast, They always must be with us, or we die.

John Keats – A Thing Of Beauty – YouTube

On Beauty-The Prophet

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:33 pm

Khalil Gibran – On Beauty – YouTube

On Beauty The Prophet – Chapter 25 by Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) And a poet said, “Speak to us of Beauty.” And he answered: 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 tried 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 inflamed 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.

Khalil Gibran – On Beauty – YouTube

The Eagle and The Skylark by K.Gilbran

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:30 pm

“The Eagle And The Skylark” by Khalil Gibran (Parable) – YouTube

The Love Song by K.Gilbran

In Love on April 15, 2012 at 7:27 pm

“The Love Song” by Khalil Gibran (Parable) – YouTube

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