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

• 'It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.'
  ~ Muriel Spark
• 'True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist,
  Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.'
  ~ Anonymous
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy