2006-10-26 11:37:07 · 6 answers · asked by BABYCAKES92 1 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
The Pole-Star, from The Book of Lies by Aliester Crowley.
Love is all virtue, since the pleasure of love is but love, and the pain of love is but love.
Love taketh no heed of that which is not and of that which is.
Absence exalteth love, and presence exalteth love.
Love moveth ever from height to height of ecstasy and faileth never.
The wings of love droop not with time, nor slacken for life or for death.
Love destroyeth self, uniting self with that which is not-self, so that Love breedeth All and None in One.
Is it not so? . . . No? . . .
Then thou art not lost in love; speak not of love.
Love Alway Yieldeth: Love Alway Hardeneth.
May be: I write it but to write Her name.
2006-10-26 13:25:28 · answer #1 · answered by xxandra 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
A Celebration Of Charis (In Ten Lyrical Pieces), by Benjamin Jonson.
2006-10-26 18:39:48 · answer #2 · answered by fatherf.lotski 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Not exactly a love poem...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
2006-10-26 19:00:00 · answer #3 · answered by LM 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Resumé
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
Dorothy Parker. An ode to self love
2006-10-26 18:41:05 · answer #4 · answered by Clarkie 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Heart to Heart
Face to Face
Feel the power of God's grace
2006-10-26 18:42:42 · answer #5 · answered by Ralph 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) by e.e cummings
2006-10-26 22:28:18 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋