I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing 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 the sky.
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
All the pictures that hung in my memory before I knew you have faded and given place to our radiant moments together. Now I cannot live apart from you ... Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?His voice tightened.
And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.
I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me. But if you would return a favourable answer to my offer of marriage, you could draw me to any good - every good - with equal force.
Must, bid the Morn awake,
Sad Winter now declines,
Each Bird doth choose a mate,
This day's Saint Valentine's;
For that good Bishop's sake
Get up, and let us see
What Beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.
My heart to thy heart,
My hand to thine,
My lips to thy lips,
Kisses are wine ...
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
Infantile love follows the principle:I love because I am loved.
Mature love follows the principle:I am loved because I love.
Immature love says:I love you because I need you.
Mature love says:I need you because I love you.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
For, you see, each day I love you more, Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
I believe people who think love prevents one from thinking clearly are wrong; for then one thinks very clearly and is more active than before. And love is something eternal - the aspect may change, but not the essence. There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning.
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid,
Remember this terse little verse;
To let a fool kiss you is stupid,
To let a kiss fool you is worse.
The sea has its pearls,
The heavens its stars,
I love you without question,
But my heart, my heart,
My heart has its love.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
I love thee - I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine,
Love, thou art every day my Valentine!
When two souls, which have sought each other for however long in the throng, have finally found each other...there is then established for ever between them a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are, a union which begins on earth and continues for ever in heaven...This is the love which you inspire in me.
Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
There's a feast undated, yet
Both our true lives hold it fast,
Even the day when first we met.
What a great day came and passed,
Unknown then but known at last.
Allow me, then, Mademoiselle, to place today on the altar of your charms, the offering of my heart, which aspires to and strives after no other glory than for the rest of its life to be, Mademoiselle your very humble, very obedient and very faithful servant and husband.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.
Dating is a social engagement with the threat of sex at its conclusion.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
For one man is my world of all the men
This wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Then, must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well.
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
I have nothing to offer you but my strength for your defence, my honesty for your surety, my ability and industry for your livelihood, and my authority and position for your dignity. That is all it becomes a man to offer to a woman.
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;
Why not I with thine?
The thought of owning an island is perhaps the most romantic concept left to humankind in the 20th Century.
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
And I shall dream both before and after I go to sleep, of the little flower that has sprung up in the desert beside me and shed its fragrance over my life and made its ways attractive with its beauty and turned its weariness to contentment with its sweet spirit. And I shall bless you, my darling, out of a fullness of a heart that knows your worth beyond the ken of any ... better than all others I can love you, and do love you, and shall always love you, always. Good night, darling - and peaceful slumbers refresh you and ministering angels attend you.
I do love you...as the dew loves the flowers;
as the birds love the sunshine;
as the wavelets love the breeze...
as the angels love the pure in heart.
Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to love.
I give you my love
More precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other
As long as we live?
I don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other's character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself; and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
My deepest, strongest desire in marrying you, Darling, is to make you happy, and I would put into this some word of love which would seem to your heart a sort of sweet preface to the book of love which we are about to open together, to read new secrets of sympathy and companionship. I would have you catch a glimpse of my purpose for the future and of the joy which that future contains for me, of the gratitude I feel for your priceless gift of love, and of the infinite love and tenderness which is the gift of my whole heart to you.
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.