We met as strangers and then became such good friends
Now that we are together let us just not pretend
That this is just friendship, and nothing more
For I can now feel things that I never felt before
Suddenly the world seems like a beautiful place
The kind that seems like I’m living a fairytale
So stay with me forever and do not ever let go
We are more than just friends and in your heart you too know so.
Love Poems
The love I love for you
The love I feel for you is too great for any word
Every time I see you my heart sings like a bird
Set free from all fears, hopes and desire
you set my soul alive you set it on fire.
You are the best thing that came into my life
You are the best thing that came into my life.
Just when the blues of the gloomy weather were getting to me,
You walked in and set me free.
I love you for who you are to me and that matters most.
I never could in my dreams imagine that it could ever be true
That I would find someone as special as you!
You have given me everything that a heart could desire,
You love has now set my soul on fire,
And with your love by my side I can achieve anything for which I aspire.
A charm invests a face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
– Emily Dickinson
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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds’s swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
– Christopher Marlowe
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