by Justin B.

In my heart the old love struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking all night through.

Dear things, kind things, that my old love said,
Ranged themselves reproachfully round my bed.

But I could not heed them, for I seemed to see
The eyes of my new love fixed on me.

Old love, old love, how can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself or to you?

Sara Teasdale
 

Never say I love you
 If you really don't care
Never talk about feelings
 If they aren't really there
  Never hold my hand
     If you are going to break my heart
  Never say you are going to
     If you don't plan to start
  Never look into my eyes
     If all you do is lie
  Never say hello
     If you really mean good bye
  If you really mean forever
     Then say you will try
   Never say forever
Cause forever makes me cry
 

Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man;
Men sometimes will jealous be,
Though but little cause they see,
And hang the head, as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent

Men that but one saint adore
Make a show of love to more;
Beauty must be scorned in none,
Though but truly served in one;
For what is courtship but disguise?
True hearts may have dissembling eyes.

Men when their affairs require
Must a while themselves retire,
Sometimes hut, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk.
If these and such like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear.