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When you loved me,
I gave you a whole sun and stars to play with.
I gave you eternity in a single moment.
The heart has its reasons which reason does not know.
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
Love has a thousand varied notes
to move the human heart.
The profound and complicated sentiment which we
call love is the universal thirst for a communion
not merely of the senses, but of our whole nature,
intellectual, imaginative and sensitive.
Love grants in a moment
what toil can hardly achieve in an age.
Oh, there is nothing holier, in this life of ours,
than the first consciousness of love
the first fluttering of its silken wings.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird,
And all a wonder and a wild desire!
Love hath swifter wings than Time.
Let us live, and love...
Suns may set and rise again.
As for us, when the brief light has but once set,
We must sleep one endless night.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes royal kings and queens of common clay.
Who can give law to lovers?
Love is a greater law unto itself.
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine;
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine.
For love is the heart's immortal thirst
to be completely known and all forgiven.
H. van Dyke
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives it ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
Friendship is Love without his wings.
Ay me!...for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love takes off masks
that we fear we cannot live without.
To love is to know the sacrifices
which eternity extracts from life.
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 Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With 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.