14 days of love for Valentine's Day: Day 5 bestow a handwritten poem to show your love
How about a good old fashioned
handwritten note with a
handwritten note with a
poem for your loved on?
If in the area, stop on over to my very favorite Italian paper store on Lexington Avenue and pick up a beautiful hand made note card at Il Papiro
Now for the poem -
Here's a collection of poems by the
Huffington Post: 10 top favorite love poems
just in time for Valentine's day.
Not listed,
but this is one of my very favorites
by Robert Frost:
If in the area, stop on over to my very favorite Italian paper store on Lexington Avenue and pick up a beautiful hand made note card at Il Papiro
this flame paper comes in many colors and note card versions |
Il Papiro is on Lexington Avenue at 73rd Street in NYC
photograph credit: http://mydogearedpages.com/ |
I love the custom wax seals at Il Papiro
Over the years I have bought many paper items from this shop in a variety of their classic flame patterns - from napkin rings, note cards, hat and card boxes, pencils and even personalized wax seals. Il Papiro is from Florence, Italy with locations throughout Italy and Europe. The small Lexington Avenue shop feels as if walking back in time. With a plethora of beautiful hand made paper products, it's a perfect stop in to nab a card for your
handwritten Valentine love letter.
Over the years I have bought many paper items from this shop in a variety of their classic flame patterns - from napkin rings, note cards, hat and card boxes, pencils and even personalized wax seals. Il Papiro is from Florence, Italy with locations throughout Italy and Europe. The small Lexington Avenue shop feels as if walking back in time. With a plethora of beautiful hand made paper products, it's a perfect stop in to nab a card for your
handwritten Valentine love letter.
Now for the poem -
Here's a collection of poems by the
Huffington Post: 10 top favorite love poems
just in time for Valentine's day.
Not listed,
but this is one of my very favorites
by Robert Frost:
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
by Robert Frost
by Robert Frost