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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Be My Valentine

The following are poems and quotes about love....just in time for Valentine's Day.

I ne'er was struck before that hour,

With love so sudden and so sweet,

Her face bloomed like a sweet flower,

And stole my heart complete.

~John Clare

We outgrow love like other things,

And put it in the drawer.

Till it an antique fashion shows

Like costumes grandsires wore.

~Emily Dickinson

"The rose that you gave me has faded, and wilted away.

But, the love tucked in deep inside remains in my heart forever."

~Author Unknown

Oh, my love is like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June,

Oh, my love is like the melody

That's sweetly played in tune.

~Robert Burns

The priceless gift of life is love,

For with the help of God above

Love can change the human race

And make this world a better place-

For love dissolves all hate and fear

And makes our vision bright and clear

So we can see and rise above

Our pettiness on wings of love.

~Helen Steiner Rice

In water one sees one's own face;
But in wine one beholds the heart of another.
French Proverb

If the eye is a window to the soul,

Then the heart is the doorway to love.

~Source Unknown

To love someone is to learn the song that is in that persons heart,

and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.

Source Unknown



  1. I love this Jacque! I like how you worked your sugar art in with the poems!

  2. I love this Jacque! I like how you worked your sugar art in with the poems!

  3. Wonderful cakes and quotes. Happy Valentines day!

  4. What a wonderful blog you have. Love to sit and look all your cakes and art of sugar.
    Happy valentines day.


  5. Thank you Elins!! So glad you enjoy the blog!
    I appreciate your comments!

  6. What a beautiful blog you have! Sweet colors and great cakes: I enjoy all these things. :)
    Hi, from Italy. See us on Flickr! or on my Innerland. Susi

  7. I tagged you for a meme on my blog!
    All of your cakes are STUNNING!!!


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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~Emily Dickinson