My love is love

My love is gentleness...
perhaps.

;-)

Who knows? &&

new Nolan
Yes I agree too.
Has many deifnitions.
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What is gold worth, say,
Worth for work or play,
Worth to keep or pay,
Hide or throw away,
Hope about or fear?
What is love worth, pray?
Worth a tear?

Golden on the mould
Lie the dead leaves rolled
Of the wet woods old,
Yellow leaves and cold,
Woods without a dove;
Gold is worth but gold;
Love’s worth love.

&& Swinburne

Fiddler on the roof,
~
Matchmaker matchmaker
Make her a match
Find her a find
Catch her a catch,
Look through your book
And make her a perfect match!
- ~ -
“Night after night, in the dark I'm alone
So find me a match of my own!
- o -
I'll bring the veil
You bring the groom
Slender and pale,
Bring me a ring for I'm longing to be
The envy of all I see!
- o -

Edgar Allan Poe
&

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In their icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden-notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

∞ + ∞

Edgar Allan Poe