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

• 'Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.'
  ~ Thornton Wilder
• 'The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.'
  ~ Somerset Maugham
• 'No man is truly married
  until he understands
  every word his wife is NOT saying.'
  ~ Unknown