“I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.”
John Clare 1793 – 1864
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
Robert Burns 1759 – 1796
There is no remedy but to love more.
Henry David Thoreau
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
George, Gordon – Lord Byron – 1788 – 1824
Take my heart; I shall have it all the more;
Plucking the flowers, we keep the plant in bloom.