Love poems

George Herbert

Love (3)

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
     Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
     From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
     If I lacked anything.

"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here":
     Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
     I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
     "Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
     Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
     "My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
     So I did sit and eat.

Citate de dragoste

• 'No man is truly married
  until he understands
  every word his wife is NOT saying.'
  ~ Unknown
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'The first duty of love is to listen.'
  ~ Paul Tillich