Love poems

Richard Lovelace

To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

    Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no more that shining hair!
    As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee let it fly.

    Let it fly as unconfin'd
As its calm ravisher, the wind,
    Who hath left his darling th'East,
To wanton o'er that spicy nest.

    Ev'ry tress must be confest
But neatly tangled at the best;
    Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

    Do not then wind up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night;
    Like the sun in's early ray,
But shake your head and scatter day.
 
    See 'tis broke! Within this grove
The bower, and the walks of love,
    Weary lie we down and rest,
And fan each other's panting breast.

    Here we'll strip and cool our fire
In cream below, in milk-baths higher:
    And when all wells are drawn dry,
I'll drink a tear out of thine eye,

    Which our very joys shall leave
That sorrows thus we can deceive;
    Or our very sorrows weep,
That joys so ripe, so little keep.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Other men said they have seen angels,
  But I have seen thee
  And thou art enough.'
  ~ G. Moore
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.'
  ~ Harry Emerson Fosdick