Thursday, February 14, 2013


Sometimes with One I Love
by Walt Whitman
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for 
   fear I effuse unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay 
   is certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was 
   not return'd,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)

How true!  Even love in vain can be the basis for art :)
I hope your Valentine's Day is special, whether that box of chocolates and flowers are bought for you by someone else or by yourself (we must never forget that we have to love ourselves as much as we love others).

May you see red today
in a very colorful way...
A touch of satin, silk, or lace
to put a smile upon your face.


CrimsonLeaves said...

Lovely post, Rhonda!

RH Carpenter said...

Thanks, Sherry. Glad you liked it.