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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 711459" data-attributes="member: 8568">Please Take out some time to read this.. its really very nice.. The Joy Of Loving You  Down in the myrtle grove A girl is dancing to the moon. A thousand dew-stars in her hair, About her feet a thousand wings. When in loveThe dancer's feet are drunk with songs, They set the air a-throbbing, And like doves her hands fly upward. In the spring of my heart I sang in your gardens. The girl has heard the song And now she seeks the singer. Like a fawn in glad surprise She leaps over rocks and streams And turns to every side. The smile on lips that quiver With foretaste of promised delight What flower has fallen from heaven, What flame has risen from hell, That startled the heart of silence To this breathless joy and fear? What dream dreamt we Upon the height, What thought gave me to the wind That woke the drowsing valley And made watchful the night? The girl has found the singer She sees his raptured face. Panther- like she slips With subtle steps Through rustling vine and fern. And now amid his ardent cries He gazes full on her. She turned round and beheld A horseman riding slowly towards her. He dismounted from his horse And greeted her gently, In a manner no man had ever used To her before.She stood upright by the edge of the spring, Straight like a young branch, At the same time feeling a little afraid, With a shyness and modesty That heightened her tenderness And beauty.In silence they gaze The one upon the other, And yet his sunburnt throat Throbs with the song; And in her limb the happy dance. Her soul was a polished mirror Reflecting all the loveliness of the fields, And her heart was like The wide valleys. Dreams and strange thoughts Crowded upon her like a flock That comes across a watercourse. She became a woman, And she likened herself in some vague manner To fresh virgin soil that is yet to be planted With seeds of knowledge. She was about to go When the man stopped her. The red wine of his youth coursed strongly Through his veins. His look toward her changed As he said, "No, do not go." She remained standing and wondering, For she felt in his voice a force That prevented her from Movement.She stole a glance at him, He was looking at her carefully; A look whose meaning she could not understand. Then he smiled at her in so dewitching A manner as to make her want to weep At its very sweetness. Soon she began to feel in her heart The stirring of emotions she had never Before known; it was like becoming Aware of the perfume in the heart Of a flower.He let his eye rest with affection On her bare feet, her pretty wrists, Her smooth neck, her soft, thick hair, He noted with a rising passion, her gleaming skin Given her by the sun, and her arms, Which nature had made strong. But she stayed silent And ashamed. She did not want to go away, Nor,for reasons she was unable to divine, Could she find power to speak. She listened with intentness as I spoke, And her face was lighted up as the clouds are Illuminated by the soft rays of the setting sun. She motioned me to sit beside her. I did so, Seeking to learn from her eloquent features, Of the hidden things of her sad spirit. He took me and drew me to his breast and kissed me. Until then I knew not that of taste of kiss. Her voice grew low and her lips began to tremble like the petals of a flower before the dawn breeze. her lover clasped her to him, wetting her neck with his tears.He felt the light fluttering of winds in his burning bones, and a strong and mighty love taking possession of his heart and soul. He began to feel the swift beating of his heart and the renewed quaking of his spirit. Like a sleeper whom the sun's rays have startled into wakefulness, he moved and looked about him. He beheld her coming out from among the trees carrying a jar upon her shoulders. Slowly she walked toward the water; her bare feet were wet with dew, when she bent to fill her jar she looked towards the opposite bank and her eyes met him.He drew nigh to her, embraced her, and kissed her lips and her neck and her eyes. She made no movement in his arms, as though the sweetness of the embrace had robbed her of her will, And the lightness of touch taken from her all strength. She yield as the fragrance of the jasmine Give itself up to the currents of air. She dropped her head upon his breast Like one exhausted, who has found rest, And sighed deeply. It was a sigh telling of contentment In a constricted heart, and the stirring of life within that which had been sleeping and was now awakened. She raised her head and looked into his eyes, the look of one who despises the speech customary among men- the look of one who is not content that love should be a soul in a body of words.He spoke kindly to me and said that I was beautiful, that he loved me and would not forsake me. The lovers walked among the willow trees, and speaking of the oneness of both; and an ear listening in silence to the inspiration of love; and a seeing eye seeing the glory of happiness.As they sat down by a rock that protected the violets with its shadow, she looked into his black eyes while the breeze played in her hair as though it were invisible lips that would kiss her. She felt bewitched fingertips caressing her tongue and lips, and her will was a prisoner.He closed his eyes, For her words were music to his soul, He felt that unseen wings were bearing him away. Upon her lips was a smile of love and in her glance the ray of life. His face lighted up and his spirit was refreshed.He took her thin hand in his And kissed her lips repeatedly as though He would breathe new life into her body she turned her face, which had been hidden among the silken pillows, towards him and opened her eyes, upon her lips appeared the shadow of a smile.The lovers embraced and drank of the wine of kisses until they were satisfied. They slept each enfolded in the arms of the other, until the shade moved away, and the sun's heat awakened them.Soon they met and joined one another until they were swift-flowing rivers, their roaring announcing to all that nature had awakened from her sleep.Upon her was showered all that blessing of gracefulness and kindness, and he gave her the cup of happiness to drink from.Is it not the hand of God that brought our souls close together before birth, and made us prisoners of each other for all the days and nights Her hand was still on my head as she spoke, and I would not have preferred a royal crown or a wreath of glory to that beautiful, smooth hand whose fingers were twined in my hair.I perceived the feathery touch of delicate wings rustling about my flaming heart, and a great love possessing me. A love whose power separates the mind from the world of quantity and measurement. A love that talks when the tongue of life is muted. That love descended in that quiet hour upon my heart and seared into my being a bitter and sweet affection, like thorns growing by the side of the flourishing flower. A minute passed, whose seconds were glittering lamps, illuminating their hearts and spirits; and silence brought vague remembrance, revealing to them images and scenes far away from that brook and those trees. They heard each other in the understanding silence, listening tearfully to each other's sighs of heart and soul until complete knowing prevailed between the two. Still compelled by a mysterious power, he leaped across the brook and approached the maiden, embraced her and printed a long kiss upon her lips. As if the sweetness of his caress had usurped her will, she did not move. She yielded to him as the fragrance of jasmine concedes to the vibration of the breeze, carrying it into the spacious firmament.She placed her head upon his chest Like a tortured person who has found rest. She sighed deeply… a sigh that announced the rebirth of happiness in a torn heart and proclaimed a revolution of wings that has ascended after having been injured. She raised her head and looked at him with her sould- a look which offered myriads of thoughts in the unspoken language of the heart.The maiden looked into his black eyes while the breeze caressed her hair, as if the shimmering wisps were fingertips carving for sweet kisses. She felt as though some magic and strong gentleness were touching   her lips in spite of her will. Where are you leading me, Oh enchanting One, and how long shall I follow you upon this road, planted with thorns? We were born together, and together we shall be for evermore. We shall be together when the white wings of death scatter our days. We shall be together even in the silent memory of God.But let there be spaces in our togetherness. And let the wind of the heavens dance between us. Let us love one another, but let us not make a bond of love: Let it rather be a morning sea between the shores of our souls. Let us sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of us be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.Let us give our hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of life can contain our hearts. Let us stand together yet not too near together. For the pillars of the temple stand apart.And the oak tree and the cyprus grow not in each other's shadow.Among the hills when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity, then let your heart say in silence—he loves me with tenderness. And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, then let your heart say in awe—he loves me with passion. And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the potter has moistened   with his own sacred tears. O my beloved, You are God's spirit everywhere, you are stronger than the ages.Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future; be merry for the sparkling days rejoice with us. I became intoxicated with your sweet wine that has stolen my will, and I now find my lips kissing your hand constantly. Will you accept a heart that loves but never yields? And burns, but never melts? Will you be a at ease With a soul that quivers before the tempest, but never surrenders to it? Then here is my hand— grasp it with your beautiful hand; And here is my body—embrace it with your loving arms; and here is my lips— bestow upon them a deep and dizzy kiss.She stretches forth her silky hand and lifts you high, and sings to you the song of hope and causes you to lose your cares.You are the woman whom my heart has loved and at whose feet I poured my affection. Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of your spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of love floated about…? Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands joined, and our heads leaning against each other as if we were hiding ourselves within ourselves? Recall your hour I bade you farewell, and the Miriamite kiss you placed on my lips? That kiss taught me that joining of lips in love reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter. I remember when you kissed me and kissed me, with tears coursing your cheeks and you said, earthly bodies must be often separate for earthly purpose. O companion of my soul, where are you? Are you praying in the temple? Or calling nature in the field, haven of your dreams? Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little paradise, watering the flowers that look upon you as infants look upon the breast of their mothers? Where are you now, my love? Are you awake in the silence of the night? Let the clean   breeze convey to you my heart's every beat and affection.Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image is no longer my own, for sorrow has dropped his shadow on my happy countenance of the past.Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty and dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses. Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping from beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life has cast me upon its bosom; Sorrow has conquered me Sail your smile into the air, it will reach and enliven me. Breathe your fragrance into the air, it will sustain me. Where are you, my beloved? Oh, how great is love! And how little am I! Soon you will be the owner of this vast land, Lighted by this beautiful moon; Soon you will be the mistress of my palace.She leaned her beautiful head upon her hands and with a voice sweeter than the sound of the lyre, she said, " I have never met you, But I heard the echoes of your thoughts and dreams. Allow me to reveal to you the full contents of my heart." I have unbound my wings And I am ready to ascend; Will you accompany me? The two lovers embraced and drank the wine of sweet kisses together until they became intoxicated. They slumbered wrapped in each other's arms. Close your eyes and you will see me with you forever. Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with your love. That deepest thing, that recogn</blockquote>

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