Poems Or Poetry Denoting Love.

No.1

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure..
Endless torments dwell about thee...
"Yet who would live, and live without thee!

No.2

".......Good shephered, tell this youth what is to love.
It is to be all made of sighs and tears...
It is to be all made of faith and service...
It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion and all made of wishes
All adortion, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance".

No.3

"Oh! a man love is strong
When fain he comes a(-) mating
But a woman's love is long
And grows when it is waiting".

No.4

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill will prevail?
Prithee why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame! This will not move;
This cannot take her
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her.

No.5

Amoebas at the start
Were not complex
They tore themselves apart
And started sex

No.6

Breathes there a man with soul so tough
Who says tow sexes are'nt enough?

No.7

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

No.8

"First Love that of every woman's heart
Will have the whole, not a part
That is to her, in nature's plan
More than ambition to man
Her lightm her life, her very breath,
No alternative but death."

No.9

Heart of the heartless world,
Dear heart, the thought of you
Is the pain at my side,
The shadow that chills my view.
The wind rises in the evening,
Reminds that autumn is near.
I am afraid to lose you,
I am afraid of my fear.

No.10

'T was a new feeling - something more
Then we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak but did not.

No.11

"First Love conforteth, like sunshine after rain,
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes are summer half be done
Love surfeits not; lust like a glutton dies
First Love is all; lust full of forged lies".

No.12

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.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my gold griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose.
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

No.13

Of all the girls that are so smart
There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
Is half so sweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

No.14

Drink to me only with thine eyes.
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I will not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

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