Love Poetry
For your enjoyment, some love poetry.
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine…
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
- Courtney Kuchta –
To a Woman Passing By
Jan Owen
Translated from the French of Charles Baudelaire
Around me howled the deafening street.
Tall and slim, in mourning, and with such
sad majesty, a woman passed; rich
with rings, her hand drew back the hem of her skirt.
She was lithe and light, like a statue behind her veil.
Foolishly, desperately, tense, I drank her in
-those eyes’ grey heavens where hurricanes begin,
a captivating sweetness, the pleasure that kills.
One lightning flash … then night. Fugitive beauty
whose glance suddenly wakened and lifted me,
will I only see you again in eternity?
Elsewhere, faraway, too late, never, maybe?
Where the other is going, neither of us can tell.
Ah, you whom I could have loved - you knew it well!
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
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