Love poems

Dante Gabriel Rosetti

Sonnet 23: Love's Baubles

I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore
   Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:
   And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit,
Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store.
And from one hand the petal and the core
   Savoured of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot
   Seemed from another hand like shame's salute,-
Gifts that I felt my cheek was blushing for.

At last Love bade my Lady give the same:
   And as I looked, the dew was light thereon;
   And as I took them, at her touch they shone
With inmost heaven-hue of the heart of flame.
And then Love said: "Lo! when the hand is hers,
Follies of love are love's true ministers."

Citate de dragoste

• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'No man is truly married
  until he understands
  every word his wife is NOT saying.'
  ~ Unknown
• 'A simple I love you means more than money ...'
  ~ Frank Sinatra