Love poems

Emily Dickinson

22

I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 'tis mutual risk,-
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,-each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Soul meets soul on lover's lips.'
  ~ Percy Bysshe Shelly
• 'Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.'
  ~ Theodor Reik
• 'Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.'
  ~ Thornton Wilder