Mother, If I Could Give You...

~Author Unknown

If I could give you diamonds,
for each tear you cried for me.
If I could five you sapphires,
for each truth you’ve helped me see.
If I could give you rubies,
for the heartache that you’ve known.
If I could give you pearls,
for the wisdom that you’ve shown.

Then you’ll have a treasure, mother,
that would mount up to the skies.
That would almost match the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.

But I have no pearls, no diamonds,
as I’m sure you’re well aware.
So I’ll give you gifts more precious;
my devotion, love and care.

Mother's Love

-Author Unknown-

Her love is like
an island in life's ocean,
vast and wide

A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.

Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

 by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, 
And we will all the pleasures prove 
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 
Woods or steepy mountain yields. 

And we will sit upon the rocks, 
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, 
By shallow rivers to whose falls 
Melodious birds sing madrigals. 

And I will make thee beds of roses 
And a thousand fragrant posies, 
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; 

A gown made of the finest wool 
Which from our pretty lambs we pull; 
Fair lined slippers for the cold, 
With buckles of the purest gold; 

A belt of straw and ivy buds, 
With coral clasps and amber studs: 
And if these pleasures may thee move, 
Come live with me and be my love. 

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning: 
If these delights thy mind may move, 
Then live with me and be my love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love