I would like to blog about Edgar Poe...I came across poems and just loved his poetry, in particular, this one about Annabelle Lee....and in the same time, thought to find bits about love, as this poem is about the love for Annabelle Lee...I couldn't link the site here from where I found these bits about Love I agree with, as there are links to adult sites and it wasn't appropriate for all to read. It's been quite a time that I gathered information about Love, as people have different "views", but I do think most people agree about more or less the same when it comes to love. Feel free to list what you think "love" is! I will make my list with about 10 here...this list could be much longer, as we all know there are so much to say about this topic!
.....a cup of tea in bed when you're still sleepy!
.....a flower from your own garden...
.....the chirping of birds in trees
.....a smile saying...."I love you!"
.....carrying those heavy bags of whatever!
.....massaging tired shoulders!
.....getting the bathtub ready!
.....showing polite manners....
.....the sunbeam on your face....
.....raindrops splashing about....
(When time allows, I will post my draft about "love" which still needs to be edited, but with the course at the moment, I will save it till later!)
Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American poet, short story writer, editor, literary critic, and one of the leaders of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the early American practitioners of the short story and a progenitor of detective fiction and crime fiction. He is also credited with contributing to the emergent science fiction genre.
Born in Boston, Edgar Poe's parents died when he was still young and he was taken in by John and Frances Allan of Richmond, Virginia. Raised there and for a few years in England, Poe grew up in relative wealth, though he was never formally adopted by the Allans. After a short period at the University of Virginia and a brief attempt at a military career, Poe and the Allans parted ways. Poe's publishing career began humbly with an anonymous collection of poems called Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only "by a Bostonian." Poe moved to Baltimore to live with blood-relatives and switched his focus from poetry to prose. In July 1835, he became assistant editor of the Southern Literary Messenger in Richmond, where he helped increase subscriptions and began developing his own style of literary criticism. That year he also married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year old cousin.
Read more about Edgar Poe here...
How do you define love?
Some say it's mysterious, magical, complex, difficult, imaginary, thought-provoking, inspirational, intuitional, joyous, immeasurable, ecstasy, and undefinable. Perhaps.
It is important to stand in Love, not fall into it.
Love is waking up to find the object of your affection in the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
Could it be that Love is a story that can never be fully expressed?
Love is a bond or connection between two people that results in trust, intimacy, and an interdependence that enhances both partners.
Love is the ability and willingness to allow those you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you. - Leo Buscaglia
"If you Loved me, you would. . ." Not! Love is not manipulative. It must never be used to get others to do what you want. When you Love someone you never ask them to sacrifice a part of themselves in the name of Love. This form of manipulation contaminates our Love for another.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - 1 Corinthians 13:5-7
by: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
Read the rest of the poem on my Wordpress blog...and also more about LOVE THIS LINK here.