And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
Love still as once you loved, deeply and without patience. Let God and the world know you are grateful. That the gift has been given.
We may not have too many years before One disappears to the eternal yonder And I can't hug or touch you any more. Yes, of course that knowledge makes us fonder. Would I want to change things, if I could And make us both immortal? Love, I would.
I argue thee That love is life-- And life hath Immortality--
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment Will never let you be.
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace.
Love is you and love is me Love is a prison and love is free Love’s what’s there when you’re away from me
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate