Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) by Ovid
After days and days of raindrops we had a glorious day filled with sundrops. Dearest and I worked ourselves silly outdoors – he at the church and I at the front walk of our house. To take a few moments in the afternoon for tea and to enjoy a lovely book of poems was a treat.
I am reading, ‘The Romantic Heart’ a book of quotes and poetry all about romance and love.
I was struck by the beauty of this image and by the marvelous quote – so beautifully true.
Ths teacup is is one of my favorites and to me epitomizes the beauty of the colors of summer. These two liles – the pink is oh so fragrant.
‘Dearest ~ I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for
methinks there is poetry in my head and heart
since iI have ben in love with you. You are a Poem.
Of what sort, then? Epic? Mercy on me, no! A Sonnet?
No; for that is too labored and artificial. You are
a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, which Nature
is singing, sometimes with tears, sometimes with smiles,
and sometimes with intermingled smiles and tears.
to Sophia Peabody
There’s nothing held so dear
As love, if only it be hard to win.
The roses that in yonder hedge appear
Outdo our garden-buds which bloom within;
But since the hand may pluck them every day,
Unmarked they bud, bloom, drop, and drift away.
There Is Nothing Held So Dear
Moments of delight, the gift of sunshine and the gift of love. Summer delights. I hope you have a blessed day and week –