Valentine Literature

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Valentine Literature

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 out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost 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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topazor 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 bloomsbut 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 waythan 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.

"Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori." (Love conquers all things; let us too give in to love) Virgil"L'amor che muove il sole e l'altre stelle." (The love that moves the sun and all the stars.) Dante Alighieri"The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of." Blaise Pascal"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresitstibly desired." Robert Frost"We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh." Agnes Repplier"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." Sophocles"Where both deliberate, the love is slight:Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?" Christopher Marlowe"Night and day you are the one, only you beneath the moon and undert the sun" Cole Porter"Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made." Robert Browning"Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go" Elvis Presley"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall and a preserving sweet." William Shakespeare (from Romeo & Juliet)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed,And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 18, by William Shakespeare

i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummingsi carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without it (anywherei go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling) i fearno fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i wantno world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Happy Valentine's Day!

Be your own Valentine"How to Be Alone"by Tanya Davis


"Love is the only gold." Lord Alfred Tennyson

"Love comfortheth like sunshine after rain." Shakespeare

"Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand." Mother Teresa

Sonnet 43, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"He who love touches walks not in darkness." Plato

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda


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