LOVE poems

 My Love in her Attire...

My love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings, fit, For winter, spring, and summer. No beauty she doth miss, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is, When all her robes are gone. My Love in Her Attire Author Unknown

The Heart Asks...

The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain; And then those little anodynes That deaden suffering, And then to go to sleep And then, if it should be, The will of its Inquisitor The liberty to die!+ I Gave Myself to Him... I gave myself to him And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way The value might disappoint Myself a poorer prove Than this my purchaser suspect The daily own of love. Depreciates the sight But, 'till the merchant buy, Still fabled, in the isles of spice The subtle cargoes lie. At least, "'tis mutual risk" (Some found it mutual gain) Sweet debt of life -each night to owe, Insolvent every noon! I Should Not Dare... I should not dare to leave my friend, Because if he should die While I was gone and I---too late, Should reach the heart that wanted me, If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see And could not bear to shut until He noticed me--he noticed me, If I should stab the patient faith So sure I’d come--so sure I’d come It listening, listening went to sleep Reciting my tardy name. My heart would wish it broke before Since breaking then, since breaking then, Is useless as next morning’s sun To erase a midnight’s tear! Love's Philosophy.... Fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle: --Why not I with thine? See! The mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea: --What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? A Book of Verse... A book of verse, underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread--and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness-- Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!