Love poems

O Mistress Mine

by William Shakespeare

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.'
  ~ Peter Ustinov
• 'Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.'
  ~ Erich Fromm
• 'True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist,
  Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.'
  ~ Anonymous