2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Phil told on Friday: 'If you can be 39 years into a marriage and at some point in the day you can be filled with joy, you have won the lottery.' Robin says: 'A lot of times in a marriage, one or the other will want to be right and will sacrifice happiness for that.
Phil's wife, surprised her husband for the couple's 39th anniversary by posting a loving video of her painting a heart-filled canvas - the pair say joy in every day is what keeps them together The couple have also shared their secrets to their happy union with Dr.
During Daily Mail's June yacht party at Cannes Lions, Dr.
Tim Mc Graw stars as Willie in the faith-based drama The Shack.
Asked whether she would like to start a family, Naomi said: "I think about having children all the time. You should never feel shame because recovery is a positive thing.
But now with the way science is I think I can do it when I want."And at the time, Naomi added she would never want to be a single parent as she believes a child needs a father figure. But when I first went, people were not open about this stuff.When asked if she would rather have her own children instead of adopting, she said: "Maybe. Everything like this should be talked about openly.Mental health issues, postpartum depression - there are so many different things.My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.