We, unaccustomed to courage, exiles from delight.
Live coiled in shells of loneliness until, until.
Until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight.
To liberate us into life, to liberate us into life.
Love arrives, and in its train come ecstasies, old memories of pleasure, ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls, from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity.
In the flush of love’s light we dare be brave.
And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and ever will be.
Uet it is only love, it is only love, it is only love, which sets us free.
Text by Maya Angelou
I would live in your love like the sea grasses live in the sea.
Borne up by each wave as it passes drawn by each wave that recedes.
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me.
I would beat with your soul as it beats.
I would follow your soul as it leads.
Text by Sara Teasdale
O my luve’s like a red, red rose, that’s newly sprung in June.
O my luve’s like the melodie, that’s sweetly play’ in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I;
And I will luve thee still my dear, till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry my dear, and the rocks melt wi’th the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear, while the sand o’ life shall run
O my luve’s like a red, red rose, that’s newly sprung in June.
O my luve’s like the melodie, that’s sweetly play’ in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I;
And I will luve thee still my dear, till a’ the seas gang dry.
Text by Robert Burns