Do not stand at my grave and weep

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die."

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

what is love if not...

... a strong will to share
... a state where cold or warm do not matter
... a willingness to let go
... an appeal to the most inner self
... butterflies in the heart
... a motivation to feel
... a careless commitment
... a pledge for giving
... a painless run around town
... a conquest of the we
...
...
... a blind desire to be with somenone

blanks could be filled in...

I kiss your forehead for respect
I kiss your eyes for truth
I kiss you cheeks for friendship
I kiss your lips for love
I kiss your neck for I like it.

I press my body against your body
For my skin calls for yours.
I touch you gently for I feel you
I look you deeply for I see it
I take your hand for it's soft.

I kiss your chest for its warmth
I kiss your hands for they're soft
I kiss your thighs for they're gentle
I kiss your knees for they're humble
I kiss your feet for they're strong.

My body rushes to yours
And my mind is spinning
...

Boa noite!

not knowing whether it's real or not
never knowing
not knowing