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

• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.'
  ~ David Viscott
• 'Love is like war,
  Easy to begin but hard to end.'
  ~ Anonymous