“Love is worth saving.” From The Fifth Element (1999)
“Ah, Mastery of the Five Elements!”
“Is that the one we want?” I asked.
“No, but a good one. How to tame the five essential elements of the universe – earth, air, water, fire, and cheese!”
~ Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid
Love. Technically it isn’t an element but artistically, humanly, love is very much an element. What would the world be without it? What would art, music, poetry be without love’s influence? The ups and downs, the fullness and the pain, the joy and the sorrow? Earth can ground us, air can uplift us, fire can burn within us, and water can soothe us, but love … “the greatest of these is love.” Love is not only worth saving — love can save us in the end.
We hope you’ve enjoyed our stroll through the elements… Have a wonderful weekend! Love to you all, Jennie and Christy
“Love is a luxury.”
“No. Love is an element.”
An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.”
~ Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
Love Poem Medley
by Rudy Francisco
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.
About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.
Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.
I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.
I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.
And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.
“Anna Scott: I can’t believe you have that picture on your wall.
William: You like Chagall?
Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.
William: With a goat playing the violin.
Anna Scott: Yes – happiness isn’t happiness without a violin-playing goat.”
~ From Notting Hill (1999) written by Richard Curtis
“It gives me strength, almost unbelievable strength, to know that you are there. I covet your eyes, your ears, the collapsible space between us. How blessed are we to have each other? I am alive and you are alive and so we must fill the air with our words.”
~ Dave Eggers, What Is the What
“The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
“Take my hand
‘Cause we’re walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need here
The space between
What’s wrong and right
Is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we’ll fill with time
The space between…”
~ “The Space Between” by Dave Matthews Band, Everyday
“Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down
in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
– even the phrase “each other” –
do not make any sense.”
“’Listen. The more men you’ve had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?’
’I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.
’Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I’m corrupt to the bones.’”
~ George Orwell, 1984
by Monica Ferrell
You need me like ice needs the mountain
On which it breeds. Like print needs the page.
You move in me like the tongue in a mouth,
Like wind in the leaves of summer trees,
Gust-fists, hollow except for movement and desire
Which is movement. You taste me the way the claws
Of a pigeon taste that window-ledge on which it sits,
The way water tastes rust in the pipes it shuttles through
Beneath a city, unfolding and luminous with industry.
Before you were born, the table of elements
Was lacking, and I as a noble gas floated
Free of attachment. Before you were born,
The sun and the moon were paper-thin plates
Some machinist at his desk merely clicked into place.
“I know that you’ve heard this before,
I know that your patience has run thin,
And these love poems are getting boring.”
“I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.” ~ Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
“I want that love that moved mountains. I want that love that split the oceans. I want that love that made the winds tremble. I want that love that roared like thunders. I want that love that will rise the dead. I want that love that lift us to ecstasy. I want that love that is the silence of eternity.” ~ Jalalud’din Rumi (1207-1273), The Essential Rumi
“. . . and I looked and looked at her and knew clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.” ~ Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
“Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,
“Thank you for stopping by.”
A special treat this week as we each offer you our own take on the Love Song Playlist via YouTube. We hope you enjoy! Have a favorite love quote, poem or song? Let us know in the comments.