Come Hither, You That Love

COME 1 hither, you that love, and hear me sing

Of joys still growing,

Green, fresh, and lusty as the pride of spring,

And ever blowing.

Come hither, youths that blush, and dare not know 5

What is desire;

And old men, worse than you, that cannot blow

One spark of fire;

And with the power of my enchanting song,

Boys shall be able men, and old men young. 10


Come hither, you that hope, and you that cry;

Leave off complaining;

Youth, strength, and beauty, that shall never die,

Are here remaining.

Come hither, fools, and blush you stay so long 15

From being blest;

And mad men, worse than you, that suffer wrong,

Yet seek no rest;

And in an hour, with my enchanting song,

You shall be ever pleased, and young maids long. 20


Note 1. From The Captain, 1647. The Pardner’s Tale, on of the 

By John Fletcher (1579–1625)


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My Funny Valentine

My funny Valentine
Sweet, comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Yet you’re my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

Don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine, stay
And each day will be Valentine’s Day

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

Don’t, please don’t change a hair for me
Not if, not if you care for me
Stay little valentine, stay
And each day will be Valentine’s
Every day will be, every day will be Valentine’s Day

~Etta James

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    ❤ Unrequited ❤

    “I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it’s perfect… As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.” 

    ― Sarah DessenThe Truth About Forever



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    When I Met My Muse

    I glanced at her and took my glasses
    off–they were still singing. They buzzed
    like a locust on the coffee table and then
    ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
    sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
    knew that nails up there took a new grip
    on whatever they touched. “I am your own
    way of looking at things,” she said. “When
    you allow me to live with you, every
    glance at the world around you will be
    a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand. 

    William Stafford
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    I’m starved from your embrace

    I’m starved for your embrace

    A tender touch

    To steal my breath

    And make my heart to race


    I long for your tenderness

    To feel the sweetness of your breath

    That raises the hair upon my neck

    And makes my lungs gasp – in spasms of delight


    Only your touch will ignite the flame within me

    Please don’t let this fire die

    I’m reaching out to you

    Won’t you reach out to me too?

     And, at the very least,

    Let our fingers touch.


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    My eyes were open

    Sometimes we are lucky enough to know our lives have been changed, to discard the old and embrace the new and run headlong down an immutable course. It happened to me… on that summer’s day when my eyes were opened to the sea.

    Jacques Yves-Cousteau

    Pier in  Oceanside, Ca

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    Y….. The Balloon

    I went to the sea of love, this noon
    I took it and put it in a blue balloon

    I brought this balloon, so blue
    all the way, especially for you

    So, quick, quick, quick
    Give this balloon a prick

    let’s bathe in its content
    a sea of love, to never end

    Aufie Zophy Bachok



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