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Love is the vital essence that pervades and permeates, from the center to the circumference, the graduating circles of all thought and action. Love is the talisman of human weal and woe - the open sesame to every soul.
~ Elizabeth Cady Stanton

MY LOVELY HUBBY

LOVE

Love gives us copious potions of delight,

Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care;

Love leads us upward, to the mountain height,

And, like an angel, stands beside us thee;

Then thrusts us, demon-like, in some abyss:

Where, in the darkness of despair, we grope,

Till, suddenly, Love greets us with a kiss

And guides us back to flowery fields of hope.

Love makes all wisdom seem but poorest folly,

And yet the simplest mind with Love grows wise,

The gayest heart he teaches melancholy,

Yet glorifies the erstwhile brooding eyes.

Love lives on change, and yet at change Love mocks,

For Love's whole life is one great paradox.

How Does Love Speak?

How does Love speak?

In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,

And in the pallor that succeeds it; by

The quivering lid of an averted eye -

The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:

Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?

By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak

Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache

While new emotions, like strange barges, make

Along vein-channels their disturbing course,

Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force:

Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?

In the avoidance of that which we seek

The sudden silence and reserve when near;

The eye that glistens with an unshed tear;

The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,

As the alarmed heart leads in the breast,

And knows, and names, and greets its godlike

guest:

Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?

In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek,

The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender

And unnamed light that floods the world with

splendour;

In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace

In all fair things to one beloved face;

In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;

In looks and lips that can no more dissemble:

Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?

In wild words that uttered seem so weak

They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire

Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and

higher,

Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm

In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,

Impassioned tide that sweeps thro' throbbing

veins,

Between the shores of keen delights and pains;

In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,

And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss:

Thus doth Love speak.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox