Baby tell me everything I need to know in one single breath Describe to me having phun, having plans and having a child Tell me in one long deep breath all about life and death And how I should live with ease and stop living in the wild
In one solitary breath tell me to leave the forest for some tiny town With one breath tell me precisely what it is I need to do In one breath tell me to stop running around and to cool it and calm down Take one oxygen granting breath and tell me all about the beauty of you
Simply lay down beside me and with only one breath begin to speak Instruct me in what I need to finally and at last succeed In one and only one breath teach me how to help the lame and the weak Please baby, as naked as you are reveal all the meager things I really need
THIS IS A POEM WRITTEN BY THE HANDS OF SELFISH LADIES WHO TAKE MEN'S FEELINGS FOR GRANTED THE WOMEN WHO WATCH THE CLOCK RATHER THAN THE SENENETY OF A LAKE THE ONES WHO HAVE NO INTENTION OF GIVING BUT ARE EXPERTS IN HOW TO TAKE SIGNED BY ONE WHO GIVES MUCH NORE THAN HE TAKES! ~free cee!~ SOMEONE WHO COULD EASILY SELL HIS WORDS BUT WOULD RATHER GIVE THEM AWAY FOR FREE
"One single breath" breathed in love gives you all you need to know - the rest you can guess yourself. Love gives reasons for this or that, whether to live or maybe die should love quit for some unaccountable reason! "One oxygen granting breath" is to care for someone: we just need to settle down in love, give and take it in equal portions.
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse.
'Tis a brave master, Let it have scope, Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope; High and more high, It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent;
But 'tis a god, Knows its own path, And the outlets of the sky. 'Tis not for the mean, It requireth courage stout, Souls above doubt, Valor unbending;...
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Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.
'Tis a brave master,
Let it have scope,
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope;
High and more high,
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But 'tis a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
'Tis not for the mean,
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;...
(R.W.Emerson, Give All to Love)
Kindest regards!