Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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 . . .
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Romantic Art: The Hearts Awakening - Bouguereau At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
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