Love poems

I Gave Myself To Him

by Emily Dickinson

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, 'till 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

• 'Other men said they have seen angels,
  But I have seen thee
  And thou art enough.'
  ~ G. Moore
• 'It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.'
  ~ Muriel Spark
• 'Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.'
  ~ Ursula K Le Guin