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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling — Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, d — Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destro — Federico García Lorca
Just let me wait a little while longer,Under your window in the quite snow.Let me stand here and shiver, I’ll be stronge — Polly Shulman, Enthusiasm
Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental — E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; b — Edward Carpenter, The Intermediate Sex: A Study of Some Transitional Types of Men and Women
I don’t think that I’ve been in love as suchAlthough I liked a few folk pretty wellLove must be vaster than my smiles or — Neil Gaiman, Adventures in the Dream Trade
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. — William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. — William Shakespeare
Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your self ye daily such doe see:But the trew fayre, that is the gentl — Edmund Spenser, Amoretti and Epithalamion
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past — William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
I can’t pray or weigh my words right; doomsday is here my friend, but you’re immune. We sufferfor you. I’m weaving crown — Jalina Mhyana, The Wishing Bones
I am, and that is all I know at times,My being shaped by forces known and not.But whereas words are made to bend to rhym — David Griswold, Farmer's Market Sonnets: Autumn 2012
Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed. — William Shakespeare
O! How much more doth beauty beauteous seem — By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Not marble nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in thes — William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made. — Timothy Salter, The Sonnets
Lorenzo: In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love to come again t — William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Where Do You Show Up to Share What You Have to Offer?When You Love What You Do-You Share It Daily — Ninon de Vere De Rosa