Love poems

Sir Philip Sydney

from Astrophil and Stella

Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face,
Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture,
Hath his front built of alabaster pure;
Gold in the covering of that stately place.

The door by which sometimes comes forth her Grace
Red porphir is, which lock of pearl makes sure,
Whose porches rich (which name of cheeks endure)
Marble mix'd red and white do interlace.

The windows now through which this heav'nly guest
Looks o'er the world, and can find nothing such,
Which dare claim from those lights the name of best,

Of touch they are that without touch doth touch,
Which Cupid's self from Beauty's mine did draw:
Of touch they are, and poor I am their straw.

Citate de dragoste

• 'I love you - those three words have my life in them.'
  ~ Alexandrea to Nicholas III
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  ~ Harry Emerson Fosdick
• 'Love cures people, the ones who receive love and the ones who give it, too.'
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