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  " It is hard that we should part  just when we have become used  to each other's thoughts and ways,  and each needful to the other.  When thou art with me, life is full,  and when thou art away, my life is a desert.     It cannot be that we will not sit on our bed making plans,  plans in which I had a share.      Didst thou not say that I could help you  and will it be somebody else taking my place?     I do not intend to make this parting harder than it is;  the strain is too great, I cannot bear it;  my tears will flow if I try to endure it.     Only this have I the strength to say,  that this parting cannot be long;  for those who love as we do cannot be parted.      We shall always be united in thought;  and thought is a powerful magnet.     I have often spoken to thee of reason;  now I speak to thee of faith." Héloise to Abelard

I gotta admit Sometimes I feel weak For loving you the way I do It’s beyond me I cant control it Or force it to be You know, What I want it to be I think about you so much When I’m with you And when I’m not It’s deep the way Looking into your eyes Changes my whole perspective Nothing is more beautiful Than loving you Holding you Been next to you Kissing your lips Taking my time with you! Nothing is more beautiful Than loving you Holding you Been next to you Moving my hips Moving in time with you! A moment of interlude in the album, "Beautifully Human" by Jill Scott

Even when am angry, Frustrated, Lonely Afraid, Or cry myself to sleep When jealousy sets up shop And doubt Brings a lounging chair And you laugh at me Say am unreal One thing keeps me still Grounded Your love for me That shines through And warms my fragile heart And you teach me To trust me And love me Unconditionally.

Lyrics to " Superwoman " - Alicia Keys (Play the song loud and dance in celebration of the woman) Everywhere I'm turning Nothing seems complete I stand up and I'm searching For the better part of me I hang my head from sorrow State of humanity I wear it on my shoulders Gotta find the strength in me 'Cause I am a Superwoman Yes I am, yes she is Still when I'm a mess, I still put on a vest With an S on my chest Oh yes, I'm a Superwoman This is for all the mothers fighting For better days to come And all my women All my women sitting here trying To come home before the sun And all my sisters coming together Say yes I will, yes I can 'Cause I am a Superwoman Yes I am, yes she is Still when I'm a mess, I still put on a vest With an S on my chest Oh yes, I'm a Superwoman When I'm breaking down and I can't be found As I start to get weak 'Cause no one knows me underneath these clothes But I can fly,

Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now, Part 3 The Sweetness of Charity The New Testament informs the reader that it is more blessed to give than to receive. I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver. The size and substance of the gift should be important to the recipient, but not to the donor save that the best thing one can give is that which is appreciated. The giver is as enriched as is the recipient, and more important, that intangible but very real psychic force of good in the world is increased. When we cast our bread upon the waters, we can presume that someone downstream whose face we will never know will benefit from our action, as we who are downstream from another will profit from that grantor’s gift. Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence –neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish – it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a wee

Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now, Part 2 What Should She Do? She will need to prize her tenderness and be able to display it at appropriate times in order to prevent toughness from gaining total authority and to avoid becoming a mirror image of those men who value power above life, and control over love. It is imperative that a woman keep her sense of humor intact and at the ready. She must see, even if only in secret, that she is the funniest, looniest woman in her world, which she should also see as being the most absurd world of all times. It has been said that laughter is therapeutic and amiability lengthens the life span. Women should be tough, tender, laugh as much as possible, and live long lives. The struggle for equality continues unabated, and the woman warrior who is armed with wit and courage will be among the first to celebrate victory. Passports to Understanding Human beings are more alike than unalike, and what is true anywhere is true

Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now, Part 1 In All Ways A Woman In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady. In fact, there were so few public acknowledgments of the female presence that I felt personally honored whenever nature and large ships were referred to as feminine. But as I matured, I began to resent being considered a sister to a changeling as fickle as luck, as aloof as an ocean, and as frivolous as nature. The phrase "A woman always has the right to change her mind" played so aptly into the negative image of the female that I made myself a victim to an unwavering decision. Even if I made an inane and stupid choice, I stuck by it rather than "be like a woman and change my mind." Being a woman is hard work. Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work. Becoming an old female may require only being born with certain genitalia, inheriting long-living genes and the fortune not to be

Love and hate . So intertwined! The line inbetween so thin. And sometimes it’s hard to know whether it’s love or hate. So turbulent! So, so unsettling! Here she was. At an age where she should really know better but it seemed commonsense and experience had disembarked the train that was her life at some unknown station. Perhaps if she could remember when and where, she could attempt to go back in time and reunite with both. Unforgivable . That’s how she felt about the crime she had committed. She had thought, no, she knew for sure that she had escaped the frying pan. How then did she end up in the fire? She had been careful, did all the things she could to keep herself safe. Still, how she had ended here was a huge mystery. And now it wasn’t just one crime.........they were several. Anguish engulfed her to the point of wishing death. The pain assailed her, tearing her apart, keeping her awake for hours on end. The result was a nasty, bitchy, loud and testy human being in the li

You belong to her Even though you creep Into my thoughts In daylight And into my dreams In starlight You belong to her The epitome of my ideal man, yet You belong to her We see eye to eye Fit like fingers in a glove But, You belong to her To feel your gentle touch Your body close to mine You leave me Wet with desire Because, You belong to her You call me a Renaissance Woman And maybe I am your ideal too, But, We will never know because You’ll never let go Of her For me Because You belong to her.