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Evelines Thoughts

Start by doing what is necessary,

then do what is possible,

and suddenly you are doing

the impossible.

Winter


My home country:

Castle Neuschwanstein

King Ludwig the second


Harmony
is pure love,
for love
is complete agreement.
_Lope de Vega


Castle Hohenschwangau
in my Hometown


Exitement(Devil''s Postpile)

Be not hurried away by exitment, but say, "Semblance, wait for me a little. Let me see what you are and represent...."



If Love would rule the world we would not need any law''s.



If you have never loved .You have never lived. If you have stoped learning. You have died.
January 16th 2003

(c)Fredrick Leighton
Love makes everything possible and the impossible possible.
(written in my mothers handbook)



The supreme happiness
of life
is the conviction
that we are loved.
-
Victor Hugo

Widow Kiss

Love is an irresistible desire
to be irresistibbly desired.
by Robert Frost

TIME IS
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
TIME IS ETERNITY.
Hours fly, flowers die, new days,
new ways pass by.
LOVE STAYS.
Sundial Inscription

 

 WHAT A HEAVENLY MORNING!
All bells are ringing;
The sky is so golden
and blue and clear-
and before me lies your letter.
I send you my first kiss, beloved.
Robert Schuhman (1810-1856)
( c) by Waterhouse

 

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Thema: All about love

Your Hands!

Mesmerized I look across the table and stare at your hands. Skillfully, you separate the chicken from the overflowing plate of lettuce.
You reach for the glass of white wine that has a tint of gold. I can smell the aroma. Pearls of water running down on the side of the glass. The wine must be cold. Your hands look gentle as they take the stem of the glass. Carefully, you bring it to your lips to take a sip. My thoughts begin to spin like a spider spinning her web. I am becoming entagled in the memories of those hands touching me. I watch every move of your hands, paralyzed in that emotional web that holds me prey.
I love your hands; I want them to reach across the table, to merge with mine. I want to feel their softness when they are lovingly strocking my fingers. I can feel my blood rushing to my head as the desire to feel those hands upon me. I want to be the stem of the glass you handle so carefully. I want to quench your thirst.
My eyes stay focused on your hands, willing them to reach for me.
You put your glass down and reach, but not for me. You pick up your utensils to cut a piece of chicken. Slowly, you spread with your knife honey mustard upon it.....
My yearning thoughts are interrupted. You reach for the bread lying in the woven basket. I can smell the freshness of the bread. Steam still escaping from it.
You break the bread in half.
I watch your fingers reach for the soft part of the bread. You continue to rip the soft bread piece, by piece, from the crust. I feel heaviness in my heart.
Are these the hands of Love?
I am trapped in this spider web of my own making. I am the prey.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

03-16-2003

Eveline 07.05.2003, 02.40 | (2/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

Beauty and the Beast.

When I looked in your eyes I use to see so much love deeper then any sea. I would lose my self in the beauty, the way you looked at me. I would dive into this deep and endless sea.
The water was clear and I could see, all your love was only for me.
Like a mermaid, I swam in the waves of the sea. I could feel them lapping over me, caressing my body so gently and softly, hear whispered words to the sound of the sea.
At times the waves got rough, and you would be there to rescue me. You kept me from drowning; I loved you for that.
I looked in your eyes and I saw beauty in that.
The beauty in your eyes, so blue as the sea-I loved it when you looked at me. I lost myself every time when your eyes met mine. So tender the love I saw there, when you gazed at me. The beauty of your love was shining in your eyes.
Then one night a storm sent waves so high. The waves were violently breaking over me.
I waited, I could not see; I thought you would rescue me. I would have drowend. I somehow struggeld to the shore, to see if you were there, but all I found was pebbles there.
My eyes stared into the darkest night, searching for a light somewhere. But the stars and moon didn´t shine that night. Only the sea stormed furiously.
And then you came. My heart was pounding. I wanted to see your eyes, to dive into their depths and loose myself, to feel your love again.
Our eyes met my heart stood still. I did not see your love. Your eyes, once like the deep blue sea, had changed so terribly.
I looked closer and I froze. Your eyes were cold and gray. Your face and smile, once so tender had changed, it had turned into stone. The beauty of your love, once shined in your eyes; were did it go?
I turned my head and ran away so I could not see the Beast.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
02-02-2002

Eveline 15.02.2003, 11.20 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

Goodbye.

How sad I am you said goodbye
The one I love; it makes me cry.
I will not have you near to see
Your face and arms are close to me.

Your comfort once made me strong
How sad I feel that you are gone.
You made me what I am today,
With all your love in your special way.

If you never left and said goodbye
I would still have the joy in my life.
The memories have taken its place
Because goodbye is the final, say.

Goodbye, with that fianal word you left
Still I have one special gift
Your memory I cannot shake.
The word Goodbye it will not take.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
11-10-2002


Eveline 19.01.2003, 01.58 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

Alone again.

Once more you left my life.
I know this time it is for sure.
I wish you had just thought it through
Before you made this final move.

I search my soul to find my fault.
What did I miss to make it work?
I loved you more then life itself.
God help me, because I am hurt.

My eyes are dry, no more tears.
You broke my heart once more.
Now there is only pain and emptiness
I cannot take anymore.

I gave my love with every breath.
Why did you not see how much we had?
The morning started with you on my mind
And ended when I lay my head down at night.

I pick up the pieces of my shattered dreams
And find the strenght to go on in peace--
To mend my broken heart again.
Time will be on my side to heal.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

September 2002

Eveline 19.01.2003, 00.46 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

I am still in Love.

It has been so long since I felt the warmth
Of the man I loved for so very long.
I still feel his presence every day and night.
I can not forget him, no matter how I try.

I reminisce of the time we had,
The places we went and the things we shared.
I wonder how could he just forget all that,
The beautiful love we once had.

My heart is bleeding like an open wound.
Every drop I lose is part of him.
I cannot turn off the feelings I have.
I find that I still in love with him.

How could I know he needed less?
Would toy with me, leave me distressed?
I wish I could find the answer to that,
To find the strenght and inner peace in that.

I would give anything if I could
Make him see, our time is to short
To throw away the best part of life.
To share real love is the meaning of being alive.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

09-25-2002

Eveline 19.01.2003, 00.18 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

To the man I Love!

Where is the man I Love?
I miss him with his charm and care
The arms that used to hold me tight
Back then when I felt he was mine.
Where is the man I love?

The kisses once so caring and tender
No longer shared for my surrender.
The words he whispered in my ear,
Are no longer for me to hear.
Where is the man I love?

I want him back, with all his kindness
The tender touch, the noble gestures.
That once made me feel so very special.
Where is the man I love?

The morning calls I miss so much
My day went well regardless what.
I felt the closeness when we were lying still
Because I knew, I was His until!
Where is the man I love?

No mile could hold him back before
To see me and hold me,
To tell me once more.
I love you Honey! I know for sure.
Where is the man I love?

My heart is aching as I feel,
I am no longer his to be.
I know he is not in my life anymore.
I wish, we can change that once more.
Where is the man I love?

My vision of him are always there
There is so much with him I want to share.
My hopes and dreams of happiness
Are greater now than I possess.
Where is the man I love?

The love we once shared had no limit to time,
No rush, no conditions, just him and me.
I want him back, as it was once in time
To make this love blossom, like a beautiful vine.
This is to the man I love.
Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
February 2002

Eveline 16.01.2003, 00.44 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

Loneliness!


The feeling of loneliness it hurts my heart.
I´m looking inside of me and I´m all apart.
My heart is in pieces because of the pain
And sadness has taken up its reign.

I wish you could see inside of my heart.
Maybe it would change you somewhat.
My need for affection from you is so great.
Three words, " I miss you",would be never to late.

If you´d hold and kiss me out of the blue sky
Just to show the crowd it is only you and I,
And tell me that I am the only One.
I´ve dreamed of this for so very long.

I wish you would feel what it does to me
When you put everything ahead of me.
My love is endless but it is in needs.
It is so little what it takes to meet these.

To nourish my love it doesn´t cost much
Just your time and thoughtfulness and such.
I die inside slowly, that is for sure.
Let it not be to late for your special cure.

Eveline E. Hanson
March 2002

Eveline 12.01.2003, 21.02 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL


with roses (William  Whitacker)


Beauty enters your heart through all the senses, and beauty grows stronger when more than one of the senses is involved.
Thomas Kinkade



Just like the falling rainbow, Just like the stars in the sky, Life should never feel small.
(Vearncombe)

Pleasure comes from without, and joy comes from within, and it is, therefore, within reach of everyone in this world.
-Bishop Fulton J. Sheen



 Love is a short word but It contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, entire being.
by Guy de Maupassant 

 
The art of beeing happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
_Henry Ward Beecher


Life is the flower of which LOVE is the HONEY.
_VICTOR HUGO



In our life there is a single color, as on an artist''s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the COLOR OF LOVE.

 

(c)winged anelli

Don''t ever give up your dreams...........
and never leave them behind.
Find them, make them yours,
and all through your life, cherish them,
and never let go of them.