Love poems

Michael Drayton

To His Coy Love

I pray thee, leave, love me no more,
     Call home the heart you gave me!
I but in vain that saint adore
     That can but will not save me.
These poor half-kisses kill me quite--
     Was ever man thus served?
Amidst an ocean of delight
     For pleasure to be starved?
Show me no more those snowy breasts
     With azure riverets branched,
Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,
     Yet is my thirst not stanched;
O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell!
     By me thou art prevented:
'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,
     But thus in Heaven tormented.
Clip me no more in those dear arms,
     Nor thy life's comfort call me,
O these are but too powerful charms,
     And do but more enthral me!
          But see how patient I am grown
              In all this coil about thee:
          Come, nice thing, let thy heart alone,
              I cannot live without thee!

Citate de dragoste

• 'This is one of the miracles of love: It gives … a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.'
  ~ C S Lewis
• 'I'm in the mood for love
  Simply because you're near me.
  Funny, but when you're near me
  I'm in the mood for love.'
  ~ Dorothy Fields
• 'Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.'
  ~ Carl Jung