Love poems

Hartley Coleridge

Song

She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
  Until she smiled on me;
O, then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light!

But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply,
And yet I cease not to behold
  The love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.'
  ~ Peter Ustinov
• 'A simple I love you means more than money ...'
  ~ Frank Sinatra
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy