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Honesty…

Honesty refers to a facet of moral character and denotes positive, virtuous attributes such as integrity, truthfulness, and straightforwardness along with the absence of lying, cheating, or theft.

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Three Pieces of Wisdom…

Something I got from the net…

Dog Tired…

I really had a busy day. My new pigeon loft needs a lot of work and time is one of the luxuries I don’t have. New squabs are fast growing and in a week’s time would probably set off to fly. Besides, race pigeons are getting sick in training and I don’t want to risk the birds left at home. Especially the entries on the Philippine Federation’s Sea Race Challenge which is due to race on April.

I do hope I can finish my loft in time. Must use powers. ha ha ha

Love… by Roy Croft

 

 

um, ok… I don’t want to be cheesy and all but I really want to share one of my favorite poems when I was still in high school.  That’s quite a long time ago (ha-ha)  and I guess it’s grandeur, well a least for me, simply didn’t fade.

This poem is often credited to Roy Croft, whom many believe is a pseudonym for a translator in poetry. Probably to avoid copyright difficulties.

Others say it was copied from Austrian poet Erich Fried’s poem Ich Liebe Dich or  “I Love You”. They believe this  is the untranslated version.

Well, whatever theory they propose, the poem is simply captivating and is often quoted and commonly used in wedding speeches.

This poem is one of the reasons why I love poetry so much. Of course it’s a close tie between this poem and Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s  How Do I Love Thee,  Christopher Marlowe’s The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, Benjamin Jonson’s To Celia, and William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18.

So here it is and simply enjoy.

 

Love
Roy Croft

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am when I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what you have made of yourself,
But for what you are making of me.

I love you for
the part of me that you bring out;
I love you for
putting your hand into my heaped-up heart
And passing over all the foolish, weak things
that you can’t help dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out into the light
All the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern, but a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good,
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
being a friend means, after all.