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

• 'To keep your marriage brimming,
  With love in the loving cup,
  Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
  Whenever you’re right, shut up.'
  ~ Ogden Nash
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'A simple I love you means more than money ...'
  ~ Frank Sinatra