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By the light of the moon

So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the hearth must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the days return too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

– Lord Byron

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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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I can’t wait for our love making

You know just how to drive me mad
With the mere sound of your voice
No matter what I try to do to free myself from your control
I really have no choice
As you whisper sweet nothings into my ears my love
My skin begins to sing
And when you touch me, oh so tender
I feel a tremor deep within
You are the reason why I’m here
The reason why I’m seaming apart
I cannot bear separation for a second
I cannot wait for our love making to start.

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