Love poems

Sir John Harrington

Dear, I to thee this diamond commend

Dear, I to thee this diamond commend,
In which a model of thyself I send.
How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth,
So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth.
The touch will try this ring of purest gold,
My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold.
That metal precious is, the stone is true,
As true, and then how much more precious you.
The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil,
Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil.
You'll deem this dear, because from me you have it,
I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it.
This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel,
Your love's like force in my firm heart I feel.
     But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing,
     Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Life without love is like a tree
  Without blossom and fruit.'
  ~ Kahlil Gibran
• 'Love can be understood only from the inside, as a language can be understood only someone who speaks it, as a world can be understood only someone who lives in it.'
  ~ Robert C Solomon
• 'Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.'
  ~ Thornton Wilder