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

• 'Work and love—these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.'
  ~ Theodor Reik
• 'Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.'
  ~ Carl Jung
• 'I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more.
  I could be martyr'd for my religion. Love is my religion.
  And I could die for that. I could die for you.'
  ~ John Keats