![]() So my shy love, aneath her kerchief white,Īnd now her lips her heart’s rich flame have told Īnd now they pale that they have been so bold.īy Michaelangelo, trans. The flame-wrought spell of its pale witchery Īnd now each tremulous beauty lies revealed,Īnd now the drifted snow doth beauty shield. The smiles that win, the tints that glow,įor thoughts, like waves that glide by night,Ī jewel-a soul! gaze deep if thou wouldst know More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,īut sweet or color it had stolen from thee. One blushing shame, another white despair Ī third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both,Īnd to this robbery had annexed thy breath īut, for his theft, in pride of all his growth In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.Īnd buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair: Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, If not from my love’s breath? the purple pride Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells, Who sees her, must love and who loves her, must die! Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess! She wounds with a look with a frown, she can kill! Love and Destiny both attend on her will Has the beautiful blush, and the smell, of the rose. Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows, She’s the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye Īnd the cause of a flame that never can die! No less than a wonder by Nature designed. The Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Coz surely no-one else, Could have put up with me this long 3. Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast, Put Up With Me by Holly Giffers I’m glad that you’re my mother, kind and caring and strong. No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Of snow upon the mountains and the moors. Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, The moving waters at their priestlike task Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night, Let’s charge for shame, and choose you whetherīright star! would I were steadfast as thou art Classic Love PoemsĪll hearts your captives, yours yet free.Īnd rapture felt that thrilled me through That was brimmed up with prayer and rest Find all these captivating poems in one place here and immerse yourself in the essence of love. ![]() 6 Romantic Poems For Her To Make Her Cry Romantic Love PoemsĮxperience the power of love and passion with our collection of the best romantic love poems.įrom classic works to heartfelt expressions of love, these poems capture the beauty and intensity of romantic love.ĭiscover romantic poems for her that will make her heart melt and leave her in tears.
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