Thomas Á Kempis (1379-1471) Love Is A Great Thing

Favorite Love Poems BROWNING, ELIZABETH BARRETT HOW DO I LOVE THEE? 1 How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways. 2 I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 3 My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 4 For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 5 I love thee to the level of everyday's 6 Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 7 I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 8 I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 9 I love thee with the passion put to use 10 In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. 11 I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 12 With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, 13 Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, 14 I shall but love thee better after death.
IF THOU MUST LOVE ME 1 If thou must love me, let it be for nought 2 Except for love's sake only. Do not say 3 `I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way 4 Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought 5 That falls in well with mine, and certes brought 6 A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'-7 For these things in themselves, Belovd, may 8 Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought, 9 May be unwrought so. Neither love me for 10 Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,-11 A creature might forget to weep, who bore 12 Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! 13 But love me for love's sake, that evermore 14 Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. Thomas Kempis (1379-1471) Love Is A Great Thing Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good. By itself it makes that which is heavy light; and it bears evenly all that is uneven. It carries a burden which is no burden; it will not be kept back by anything low and mean; It desires to be free from all wordly affections, and not to be entangled by any outward prosperity, or by any adversity subdued. Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble,
attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility. It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down. Though weary, it is not tired; though pressed it is not straightened; though alarmed, it is not confounded; but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all. Love is active and sincere, courageous, patient, faithful, prudent, and manly.
Confession Touched by all that love is I draw closer toward you Saddened by all that love is I run from you Surprised by all that love is I remain alert in stillness Hurt by all that love is I yearn for tenderness Defeated by all that love is at the truthful mouth of the night Forsaken by all that love is I will grow toward you. FrantiekHalas(1901 1949) Longing Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me. Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth. And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say My love! why sufferest thou? Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. MatthewArnold(1822 1888)
I love the way you touch me, So tenderly and warm. I love to hold your body, So tightly in my arms. I love it when our lips meet, In a soft and tender kiss. It's a pleasure straight from heaven, I would never want to miss. I love it when you look at me with passion in your eyes. It truly is a treasure from beyond the bluest skies. I love to feel the pleasure of your warm and strong embrace. I love to see the expression of love within your face. I love to feel your hand in mine, and on your finger place a ring. As the love that you express for me is my most precious thing. A walk in the park,with your hand in mine. When my heart is broke,your there to mend it. Being there for each other in sickness,and in health, This is love Flowers from the garden,for no reason at all. Holding each other close on a rainy day, this is love A gentle smile,or a kiss on the cheek. A warm embrace,to let me know you care. A hot cup of coffee,when ive come in from the cold this is love SADDEST POEM by Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

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