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

  • 'Work and love—these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.'
    ~ Theodor Reik
  • 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
    ~ Martha Duffy
  • 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
    Is to love and be loved in return.'
    ~ From 'Unforgettable with Love' Natalie Cole