2006-07-19 04:24:39 · 4 answers · asked by kristin22 4 in Family & Relationships ➔ Weddings
This one is classic.
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Rights;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use ~
In my old griefs, and with childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints.
I love thee with the breadth, smiles, tears of all my life!
And if God choose,
I shall love thee better after death.
2006-07-19 04:42:00 · answer #1 · answered by Rose 4 · 5⤊ 1⤋
I do not love you... by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
This is from the movie Patch Adams where robin williams reads it his girlfriend or something I don't really remember it's been a long while.... but I love this poem!
2006-07-19 12:46:29 · answer #2 · answered by looking_4_answers 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
~ Christopher Marlowe
2006-07-19 11:29:23 · answer #3 · answered by oaksterdamhippiechick 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
the ones my husband writes for me ...
he's a sweetheart.
2006-07-19 11:36:56 · answer #4 · answered by Natalie M 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋