The photos were taken of Liverpool love locks on the dockside of the River Mersey in Liverpool.
A love lock or love padlock is a normal small padlock, which is locked to accessible bridges, fences, gates, or similar fixtures, by lovers, sweethearts and friends, to symbolize their love. The sweethearts’ names or initials are typically inscribed on the padlock.
To further symbolize unbreakable love, the padlock’s key is then thrown away. How many cast away keys now reside at the bottom of the the River Mersey? 🙂
Love locks originated in Serbia 100 years ago from a sad Serbian World War One (WW1) story.
This expression of undying love then spread to many countries. Some authorities regard them as a nuisance, health hazard etc., and remove them. When the padlocks get rusty over the years, a poignancy is seems to be added.
This is such a sad poem by the Pulitzer Prize winner, Edna St Vincent Millay. It does evoke such a keen feeling of sorrow.
In not so many words, Edna was able to picture to us what it would be like to lose your other half or even someone you love or close to your heart.
It was so poignant the ways she said that time does not heal or let you forget. Probably a part of you dies with him.
She also said that you will remember him in all the places you were together, in every thing you did together. You will also think of all the things that he used to do including those things that used to vex you. You would then regret not being more tolerant! LOL
She also said that it was even sadder to do new things without him…There probably a feeling of guilt and regret that you can do things alone and you will remember him all over again!
This is really so sad. I don’t want to be ever without my Peter.
By the way, according to findings/surveys, widows fare better than widowers later on in life!
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,–so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say,
“There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
– Edna St Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright
A study done by the Manchester Royal Infirmary with 600 patients who were heart attack victims, showed that a sufferer halved his/her chance to a repeat attack if he/she has a partner or close friends.
Enjoying a close relationship with a lover, a partner, friend or a relative can lower the stress-inducing hormone called cortisol, which is linked to high blood pressure.
Those without partners were likely more to drink and take illegal drugs.
A study also examined what victims of heart attack were doing prior to the event. It was found that more than half of the victims reported of being very upset and under a lot of stress within the 24 hours period.
Come live in my heart and pay no rent – this has become a common and can be often heard during St Valentine’s Day. I thought it was actually rather witty and so now!
But apparently this line is actually from a 17th century poem by Samuel Lover.
Below is that poem and quite a very romantic too. It is about young love, young dreams and living now rather than later. Seizing love while still young rather than become cynical and forget what and how to love. Ahhhhhhh
Have a lovely weekend folks.
Live in my Heart and Pay No Rent
Samuel Lover (1797–1868)
’VOURNEEN, when your days were bright,
Never an eye did I dare to lift to you,
But now, in your fortune’s blight,
False ones are flying in sunshine that knew you
But still on one welcome true rely,
Tho’ the crops may fail, and the cow go dry,
And your cabin be burned, and all be spent,
Come, live in my heart and pay no rent;
Come, come, live in my heart,
Live in my heart and pay no rent;
Come, come, live in my heart,
Live in my heart, mavourneen!
’Vourneen, dry up those tears,
The sensible people will tell you to wait, dear,
But ah! in the wasting of Love’s young years,
On our innocent hearts we ’re committing a chate, dear.
For hearts when they ’re young should make the vow,