Love poems

Michael Drayton

To His Coy Love

I pray thee, leave, love me no more,
     Call home the heart you gave me!
I but in vain that saint adore
     That can but will not save me.
These poor half-kisses kill me quite--
     Was ever man thus served?
Amidst an ocean of delight
     For pleasure to be starved?
Show me no more those snowy breasts
     With azure riverets branched,
Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,
     Yet is my thirst not stanched;
O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell!
     By me thou art prevented:
'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,
     But thus in Heaven tormented.
Clip me no more in those dear arms,
     Nor thy life's comfort call me,
O these are but too powerful charms,
     And do but more enthral me!
          But see how patient I am grown
              In all this coil about thee:
          Come, nice thing, let thy heart alone,
              I cannot live without thee!

Citate de dragoste

• 'The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.'
  ~ Somerset Maugham
• 'Love can be understood only from the inside, as a language can be understood only someone who speaks it, as a world can be understood only someone who lives in it.'
  ~ Robert C Solomon
• 'What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.'
  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson