"The simple lack Of her is more to me
"...I love not for those eyes, nor haire
"She walks in beauty, like the night
"Kiss me as if you made believe
"...Thus may I not be from you:
"I'll love you dear, I'll love you
"...Come live with me and be my Love,
"If ever two were one, then surely we.
"What would the Yin be without the Yang
"You're kissable and cuddly;
"I love you more than life, it seems,
"Love is that condition in which the happiness
"Do I believe in love at first sight?
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Than others' presence
Whether life splendid be
Or utter black.
I have not seen, I have no news of her;
I can tell only
She is not here, but there
She might have been."
From "The Unknown," by Edward Thomas
Nor cheekes, nor lips, nor teeth so rare;
Nor for thy speech, thy necke, nor breast,
Nor for thy belly, nor the rest:
Nor for thy hand, nor foote so small,
But wouldst thou know (deere sweet) for all."
From "The Complement," by Thomas Carew
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies...."
From "She Walks in Beauty," by George Gordon, Lord Byron
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide ope I burst."
From "In a Gondola," by Robert Browning
Thus be my senses on you:
Thus what I thinke is of you:
Thus what I seeke is in you:
All what I am, it is you."
Sir Philip Sidney
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sings in the street.
I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about in the sky."
W.H. Auden
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals...."
From "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love," by Christopher Marlowe
If man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
My love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward the manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever."
From "To My Dear and Loving Husband," by Anne Bradstreet
What would lemon pie be without the meringue?
What would false be without true
And what would I be without you?"
Ara John Movsesian
You're lovable and sweet;
You thrill me every minute,
And sweep me off my feet.
You're charming and disarming,
Desirable and true.
You inspire and impress me,
And that's why I love you!"
Ara John Movsesian
Which grants us happiness and sorrow;
For the image of your beauty means
You are the angel of every morrow.
My love for you is a hidden emotion,
Which someday I may candidly express;
But till my lips reveal their intention,
My heart and soul must simply confess.
Never had I someone to call "my girl"
To me a word of eternal bliss;
For you posess the beauty of a pearl,
God's gift from heaven to kiss.
To marry me is beyond belief,
So happy that tears may fall;
Escaping loneliness is a relief,
When your beauty comes to call.
Though I inherit no poetic talents
To taunt you with ecstatic rhyme;
Just loving you is a humble patent
In this world of modern time."
Levon Kalayjian
of another person is essential to your own."
From "Stranger in a Strange Land," by Robert A. Heinlein
Forgive the laugh, but the question is so naive!
Youthful fancies hardly encompass the complexities of mature relationships.
True, you are quite beautiful, but one cannot know true inner beauty at first glance.
It's much deeper and takes time to be revealed.
Your skin is perhaps softer than the flowing foam
of some gently murmuring distant shore, but what of it? That's not love.
I do notice that your hands are more graceful than a ballet of swaying boughs
and your laughter a dance of dappled sunlight.
And in your eyes are glimmering pools of joy and tenderness,
warm swirls of innocence and passion, playfulness and understanding.
And in your eyes, Beauty laughs and plays and sings and calls my name.
And Trust with Caution pleads and cooing Passion intervenes,
and Grace extends her open arms, and I surrender silently.
But love at first sight? How can it be?"
"Love at First Sight," by Gary Boone
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee."
Sonnet XVIII, by William Shakespeare
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