Love poems

Emily Dickinson

22

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, 'til 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.

Citate de dragoste

• 'I love you - those three words have my life in them.'
  ~ Alexandrea to Nicholas III
• 'Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.'
  ~ Boris Pasternak
• '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