WithOut Peer

My one, my soul without peer,
Most beautiful of all!
Rising like the morning star
At the start of a happy year.
Shining bright, fair of skin,
Lovely the look of her eyes,
Sweet the speech of her lips,
She has not a word too much.
Upright neck, shining breast,
Hair true Lapis Lazuli;
Arms surpassing gold,
Fingers like lotus buds.
Heavy thighs, narrow waist,
Her legs parade her beauty;
With graceful step she treads the ground,
Captures my heart by her movements.
She causes all men’s necks
To turn about to see her;
Joy has he whom she embraces,
When she steps outside she seems like the Sun!

Photo by: Doctor-Honesty
Photo title: I Adore You
Description: Unedited Photo-shoot of a 10 inch statue of the God Osiris and his wife Isis.

Poem Name: WithOut Peer
Description: Ancient Egyptian Love Poem
Poem provided by: CZ

Spark Of Love

He’s more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
His and mine are the same.

By Adam Lee
(AdamChris1992)
Quote by: Emily Bronte
From: Wuthering Heights
Quote provided by: CZ

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. 
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day 
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. 

I hunger for your sleek laugh, 
Your hands the color of a savage harvest, 
Hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, 
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. 

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, 
The sovereign nose of your arrogant face, 
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, 

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, 
Hunting for you, for your hot heart, 
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Poem by  Pablo Neruda

Love's Tenderness

Deem not my love is only for the bloom,

The honey and the marble, that is You;

Tis so, Beloved, common loves consume

Their treasury, and vanish like the dew.

Nay, but my love's a thing that's far more true;

For little loves a little hour hath room,

But not for us their brief and trivial doom,

In a far richer soil our loving grew,

From deeper wells of being it upsprings;

Nor shall the wildest kiss that makes one mouth,

Draining all nectar from the flowered world,

Slake its divine unfathomable drouth;

And, when your wings against my heart lie furled,

With what a tenderness it dreams and sings!

(Poem by Richard Le Gallienne)

Photo: Grow Old With MeUnknown Photographer
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Lover's Hearts Beat At The Same Rate Everyday

This graph shows something quite wonderful. It shows that in a couple, the heart rates of a man and woman are in sync. Yes, when you're involved in a romantic relationship, your heart beats as fast as your partner's.

This couple was one of the 32 heterosexual couples in a study conducted by physiologies at UC Davis in the US that aimed to see if people in romantic relationships co-regulated their physiologies with their partners. By co-regulated, read change; by physiologies, read heart rates.

In one of the experiments, the couples sat facing each other but just far enough that they would not be able to touch. The researchers asked them to simply stare at one another for three minutes straight in as calm a manner as possible (ahem) while they monitored the couple's heart rates.

The graph above does not actually show the heart rates of the man and woman changing with time. Instead it shows a complex measure of heart rate which takes into consideration the observed changes in heart rate due to the individual self-regulating, that is trying to control himself or herself by keeping calm for instance, as well as the changes associated with the individual as he or she unconsciously mimics the partner, known as co-regulation. Since the extent of both self-regulation and co-regulation is different in man and woman, this measure allows for comparison between the two. In the above graph, the measure is actually shown by a blue line.

But the blue line is so closely matched by a red line that you barely see it. What does the red line indicate? It indicates the changes one would expect to see if the couple's heart rates are the same. Therefore the more closely the blue and red lines match, the closer an individual's heart rate is to the partner's. It is no surprise then that when the researchers compared the measure of heart rates between people not involved in a romantic relationship, the blue and red lines did not match.

The researchers also found that it was the women who tended to adjust their heart rates to their partners. Why this actually happens on a psychological level however is still a mystery. The researchers speculate that women have a strong link to their partners may have something to do with them having more empathy.
And inspired from this study, here's a great line: "I love you so much that my heart beats as fast as yours whenever I see you." 

Via: "Nature"

Eternal Embrace

It could be humanity's oldest story of doomed love. 

Archaeologists have unearthed two skeletons from the Neolithic period locked in an eternal embrace and buried outside Mantua, Italy, just 25 miles south of Verona, the city where Shakespeare set the star-crossed tale of Romeo and Juliet.

After being found at the site where a factory is planned, people worldwide have speculated on the circumstances surrounding the couple's deaths. 

They are thought to have died young because they both had all their teeth intact. But beyond that, the skeletons are a mystery. 

Archaeologists announced Monday that they will move the entire block of earth the skeletons are resting in for further study and eventual display in a museum.

Photo by: NewsCom/Gamma Presse

February 12, 2007 3:14 PM PST

Via: C|Net

Lay Me On The Bed Of Petals

So sweet and delicious do I become,
When I am in bed with a man
Who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
That the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
So the knot of love, however tight
It seemed before, is tied tighter still.

(Poem by Veronica Franco, Poems and Selected Letters)
Photography by Eugene Caasi

Song Of The Wave

I and the shore are lovers:
The wind unites us and separates us.
I come from beyond the twilight
to merge the silver of my foam with the gold of its sand;
And I cool its burning heart with my moisture.
At dawn's coming I read passion's law to my beloved,
And he draws me to his breast.
At even I chant the prayer of longing,
And he embraces me.
I am fretful and without rest,
But my loved one is the friend of patience.
Comes the ebb and I embrace my love;
It flows, and I am fallen at his feet.

How I danced around the daughters of the sea
  When they rose up from the depths
  To sit upon the rocks
  And behold the stars!
  How I hearkened to the lover
  Protesting his passion to a comely maid:
  I did help him with sighing and moaning.
  How I consorted with the rocks when they were
  cold and still,
  And caressed them, laughing, when they smiled not!

  How I delivered bodies from the deep
  And brought them to the living!
  In what measure did I steal from the depths
  Pearls, and gave to the daughters of beauty!

In the still night when all created things embrace
the phantom of sleep, I alone am awake, now
singing, now sighing.
Alas, wakefulness has destroyed me, but I am a
lover and the truth of Love is awakening.
Behold my life;
As I have lived, so shall I die.

Poem by Kahlil Gibran

Clawing To The Shore

Photo by David Orias

Art Nouveau

Artist : Jens Gad

“Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born.”

(F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned)

The Mind's Eye

That was once her casement,
And the taper nigh,
Shining from within there,
Beckoned, "Here am I!"

Now, as then, I see her
Moving at the pane;
Ah; 'tis but her phantom
Borne within my brain!

Foremost in my vision
Everywhere goes she;
Change dissolves the landscapes,
She abides with me.

Shape so sweet and shy, Dear,
Who can say thee nay?
Never once do I, Dear,
Wish thy ghost away.

Poem by Thomas Hardy

Photo by Underwater Photographer Zena Holloway

Photo via: Wall To Watch

The Nomad’s Last Journey

“here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)”

Poem by E.E. Cummings

Art by Alexander Deruchenko