Pretty women wonder

where my secret lies. They try so much

I'm not cute or built to suit But they can't touch
a fashion model's size My inner mystery.
But when I start to tell When I try to show them
them, They say they still can't
They think I'm telling lies. see.
I say, I say,
It's in the reach of my arms It's in the arch of my back,
The span of my hips, The sun of my smile,
The stride of my step, The ride of my breasts,
The curl of my lips. The grace of my style.
I'm a woman I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, Phenomenally.
That's me. Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please, Now you understand
And to a man, Just why my head's not
The fellows stand or bowed.
Fall down on their knees. I don't shout or jump about
Then they swarm around Or have to talk real loud.
me, When you see me passing
A hive of honey bees. It ought to make you proud.
I say, I say,
It's the fire in my eyes, It's in the click of my heels,
And the flash of my teeth, The bend of my hair,
The swing in my waist, the palm of my hand,
And the joy in my feet. The need of my care,
I'm a woman 'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally. Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, Phenomenal woman,
That's me. That's me.

Men themselves have -Phenomenal Woman,

wondered Maya Angelou
What they see in me.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers den?
Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.

If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desired, and got, twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,

Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

- The Good Morrow, John Donne

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

- Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare

I wanna be your vacuum Hold your hair in deep
cleaner devotion
Breathing in your dust Deep as the deep Atlantic
I wanna be your Ford ocean
Cortina Thats how deep is my
I will never rust devotion
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot - I Wanna Be Yours, John
You call the shots Cooper Clarke (of the
I wanna be yours Arctic Monkeys)

I wanna be your raincoat

For those frequent rainy
days
I wanna be your dreamboat
When you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
Take me with you anywhere
I dont care
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your electric
meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric
heater
Youll get cold without
I wanna be your setting
lotion
I loved you first: but With separate I and thou
afterwards your love free love has done,
Outsoaring mine, sang such For one is both and both
a loftier song are one in love:
As drowned the friendly Rich love knows nought of
cooings of my dove. thine that is not mine;
Both have the strength and
Which owes the other both the length thereof,
most? my love was long, Both of us, of the love
And yours one moment which makes us one.
seemed to wax more
strong;
I loved and guessed at you,
you construed me - I loved you first: but
And loved me for what afterwards your love,
might or might not be Christina Rosetti
Nay, weights and measures
do us both a wrong.

For verily love knows not

mine or thine;
 i carry your heart with me(i
carry it in
my heart)i am never without
it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and
whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my
darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my
fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are
my world,my true)
and its you are whatever a
moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will
always sing is you

here is the deepest secret

nobody knows
(here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a
tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or
mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's
keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in

my heart)
- I carry your heart with
me(I carry it in my
heart), e.e.cummings

She walks in beauty, like the

night
Of cloudless climes and
starry skies;
And all thats best of dark
and bright
Meet in her aspect and her
eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender
light
Which heaven to gaudy day
denies.

One shade the more, one ray

the less,
Had half impaired the
nameless grace
Which waves in every raven
tress,
Or softly lightens oer her
face;
Where thoughts serenely
sweet express,
How pure, how dear their
dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and oer
that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet
eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints
that glow,
But tell of days in goodness
spent,
A mind at peace with all
below,
A heart whose love is
innocent!

- She Walks in Beauty,

Lord Byron

I wanted to be sure this was

our island
so we could walk between
the long stars by the sea
though your hips are slight
and caught in the air
like a moth at the end of a
river around my arms
I am unable to understand below I bring you an ash tray
the sun your dizzy spells out of love for the
when you form a hand ice palace because it is the
around me on the sand end of summer the end
of the sun because you are in
I offer you my terrible sanity season like a blue
the eternal voice that keeps rug you are my favorite violin
me from reaching you when you sit and
though we are close to each peel my eyes with your great
other every autumn surfaces seem intimate
I feel the desperation of a when we merely touch the
giant freezing in cement thread of life and kiss
when I touch the door you're
pressed against
the color of your letter that - Summer (a love poem),
reminds me of flamingos Frank Lima

isn't that what you mean?

the pleasure of hands and
lips wetter than the ocean
or the brilliant pain of
breathless teeth in a
turbulent dream on a roof
while I thought of nothing
else except you against
the sky as I unfolded you
like my very life a liquid
signal of enormous love we
invented like a comet that
splits the air between us!
I dont love you as if you
the earth looks shiny were a rose of salt, topaz,
wrapped in steam and or arrow of carnations that
ermine propagate fire:
tired of us perspiring at I love you as one loves
every chance on the floor certain obscure things,
secretly, between the
shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that

doesnt bloom but carries
the light of those flowers,
hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the
tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in
my body.

I love you without knowing

how, or when, or from
where,
I love you directly without
problems or pride:
I love you like this because I
dont know any other way
to love,
except in this form in which I
am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon
my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close
with my dreams.

- One Hundred Love

Sonnets: XVII, Pablo
Neruda

since feeling is first

who pays any attention
 to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves
and kisses are a better
fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.
Don't cry
the best gesture of my
brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which
says

we are for each other:

then
laugh, leaning back in my
arms
for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no

parenthesis

- Since Feeling is First,

e.e.cummings
Having a Coke with You did them
is even more fun than
going to San Sebastian, I look
Irn, Hendaye, Biarritz, at you and I would rather
Bayonne look at you than all the
or being sick to my portraits in the world
stomach on the Travesera except possibly for the
de Gracia in Barcelona Polish Rider occasionally
partly because in your and anyway its in the Frick
orange shirt you look like a which thank heavens you
better happier St. havent gone to yet so we
Sebastian can go together the first
partly because of my love time
for you, partly because of and the fact that you move
your love for yoghurt so beautifully more or less
partly because of the takes care of Futurism
fluorescent orange tulips just as at home I never
around the birches think of the Nude
partly because of the Descending a Staircase or
secrecy our smiles take on at a rehearsal a single
before people and statuary drawing of Leonardo or
it is hard to believe when Michelangelo that used to
Im with you that there can wow me
be anything as still and what good does all the
as solemn as unpleasantly research of the
definitive as statuary when Impressionists do them
right in front of it when they never got the
in the warm New York 4 right person to stand near
oclock light we are drifting the tree when the sun sank
back and forth or for that matter Marino
between each other like a Marini when he didnt pick
tree breathing through its the rider as carefully
spectacles as the horse

and the portrait show it seems they were all

seems to have no faces in cheated of some marvelous
it at all, just paint experience
you suddenly wonder why which is not going to go
in the world anyone ever
 wasted on me which is why sooner than woman, that
I am telling you about it his love has an earlier
death. I have loved none
but you. Unjust I may have
- Having A Coke With You, been, weak and resentful I
Frank OHara have been, but never
inconstant. You alone have
brought me to Bath. For
you alone, I think and plan.
Have you not seen this?
Can you fail to have
understood my wishes? I
had not waited even these
ten days, could I have read
your feelings, as I think you
must have penetrated
mine. I can hardly write. I
am every instant hearing
something which
overpowers me. You sink
your voice, but I can
distinguish the tones of that
voice when they would be
lost on others. Too good,
too excellent creature! You
do us justice, indeed. You
I can listen no longer in
do believe that there is true
silence. I must speak to
attachment and constancy
you by such means as are
among men.
within my reach. You pierce
my soul. I am half agony, - Persuasion, Jane Austen
half hope. Tell me not that I
am too late, that such
precious feelings are gone
for ever. I offer myself to
you again with a heart even
more your own than when
you almost broke it, eight
years and a half ago. Dare
not say that man forgets
When the rain is blowing in
your face
And the whole world is on
your case
I could offer you a warm
embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows

and the stars appear
And there is no one there to
dry your tears
I could hold you for a
million years
To make you feel my love

I know you havent made

your mind up yet
But I would never do you
wrong
Ive known it from the
moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where
you belong

Id go hungry, Id go black
and blue
Id go crawling down the
avenue
Theres nothing that I
wouldnt do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on

the rollin sea
And on the highway of
regret
The winds of change are
blowing wild and free
You aint seen nothing like
me yet

I could make you happy,

make your dreams come
true
Nothing that I wouldnt do
Go to the ends of the earth
for you
To make you feel my love

- Make You Feel My

Love, Bob Dylan