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Love Poems Quotes

My love is like a sweet symphony

My love for you is like a sweet symphony,
The melody is in the beating of our hearts.
The day that I first met you, a voice spoke from deep inside
It told me that I had finally found someone
Whom I could love all my life.
And since that day we have been together partners in everything
You are where my morning starts, where all the days begin.
You have given me everything that one could ask for,
And for that, I am yours.
So this little poem is but a token,
Of a love that is so much more.

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I love you and you know it

I love you, and you know that’s true.
No truer three words were ever known.
You have been the music of every song
That my heart has ever sung strong.
Our love is like a fairytale
Where there is a happily ever after.
With you, I know that I can never fail,
And with you by my side, I couldn’t ask for more

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Take all my love

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

– Shakespeare

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Duty Surviving Self-Love by Samuel Coleridge

Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others’ Wanings should’st thou fret ?
Then only might’st thou feel a just regret,
Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light
In selfish forethought of neglect and slight.
O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed,
While, and on whom, thou may’st–shine on ! nor heed
Whether the object by reflected light
Return thy radiance or absorb it quite :
And tho’ thou notest from thy safe recess
Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they are ; nor love them less,
Because to thee they are not what they were.

– Samuel Coleridge

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