He Is More Than A Hero"
He is more than a hero,
he is a god in my eyes --
the man who is allowed to sit beside you.
He who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of your voice,
the enticing laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast.
If I meet you suddenly,
I can't speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under my skin.
Seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears drumming,
I drip with sweat.
Trembling shakes my body
and I turn paler than dry grass.
At such times death is not far from me.
- Sappho
2006-06-13 05:07:09
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answer #1
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answered by Selkie 6
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When you asked for a romantic poem,I knew Lochinvar by Sir Walter scott was the best.But I don't think it would be powerful and meaningful to give to someone.
2006-06-13 18:34:09
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answer #2
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answered by singler 3
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She Walks in Beauty
(Lord Byron)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
2006-06-13 04:55:21
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answer #3
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answered by Ben 7
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his ending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare, Sonnet CXVI
2006-06-13 09:20:05
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answer #4
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answered by Ranto 7
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Due to it's use in a recent movie, this poem has become more popular than in the past, but check out e.e.cummings, "i carry your heart" - an eloquent and appropriate poem of love.
2006-06-13 05:02:36
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answer #5
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answered by Redboots 1
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The Highwayman - By Alford Noyes
2006-06-13 13:44:31
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answer #6
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answered by eillibay 2
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence;
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e.e. cummings
(don't know if it's my favorite ever, but it's pretty good)
2006-06-13 05:20:40
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answer #7
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answered by Anonymous
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Gustavo Adolfo Becker ones are great but they were written in Spanish and I don't know if there is any good English translation.
WB Yeats ones written to Maud Gone were brilliant too!
2006-06-13 05:56:08
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answer #8
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answered by agila13 2
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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.
2006-06-13 04:53:46
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answer #9
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answered by consdr urslf lucky..... 2
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Let's make a deal form Mario Benedetti. The original title is "Hagamos un trato"
2006-06-13 05:44:56
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answered by Anonymous
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