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Love is like a butterfly

As soft and gentle as a sigh

The multicolored moods of love are like it’s satin wings

Love makes your heart feel strange inside

It flutters like soft wings in flight

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

I feel it when you’re with me

It happens when you kiss me

That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside

Your touch is soft and gentle

Your kiss is warm and tender

Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies

Love is like a bag of butterflies.

The multicolored moods of love are like it’s satin wings

Love makes your heart feel strange inside

It flutters like soft wings in flight

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Your laughter brings me sunshine

Everyday is spring time

And I am only happy when you are by my side

How precious is this love we share

How very precious, sweet and rare

Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies

Love is like a butterfly

As soft and gentle as a sigh

The multicolored moods of love are like it’s satin wings

Love makes your heart feel strange inside

It flutters like soft wings in flight

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Love is Rest

Love is rest.
Actually, the only rest humans have.
And nothing is as exhausting.
And it is freedom.
And yet, nothing binds us as securely.
Therein lies love’s paradox.
Without love, it is as if one carried a burden
All the time and was prisoner to his loneliness,
No matter how free he is in his aloneness.

Eeva Kilpi (1928-

O, Were My Love

O, were my love yon lilac fair
Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing.
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By Autumn wild and Winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing
When youthfu May its bloom renew’d.

O, gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa’,
And I mysel a drap o’ dew
Into her bonie breast to fa’,
O, there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast on beauty a’ the night,
Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light!

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

We love you very much

vi skal gi deg
kjøttfulle
biologiske minner

vi skal brenne ned tusen gravkapeller
vi skal bruke opp trærne som blir kister
vi skal spikre fast flaggene i toppen

vi dropper døden
vi dropper å si adjø
vi sier we love you very much

Kristian Bergquist (1975

Fra samlingen “Hva nå, kjære”