Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June,
Oh, my love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
~Robert Burns  It is almost here,
that special time of year.
When hearts and flowers
by the hours
are brought to all who seek;
When kisses swirl and words do peak
into little tufts of cotton candy, my sweet.
So be my love and be my own
and call me on the telephone
or send a card,
that is not hard,
right to my waiting door,
and I'll be yours forevermore.
~ Unknown
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
~1 Corinthians 13:4-8 The Gift
The priceless gift of life is love,
For with the help of God above
Love can change the human race
And make this world a better place-
For love dissolves all hate and fear
And makes our vision bright and clear
So we can see and rise above
Our pettiness on wings of love.
~Helen Steiner Rice May The wind is tossing the lilacs
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me, the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
~Sara Teasdale I ne'er was struck before that hour,
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face bloomed like a sweet flower,
And stole my heart complete.
~John Clare How do I Love Thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need; by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath.
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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