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Last  (by: Elizabeth Akers Allen (1832 - 1911))
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love's bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!
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Let Other Beauties  (by: Anonymous)
Let other beauties have the power
To make one lovesick for an hour,
Perhaps for a whole day or two...
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Letters, The  (by: Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892))
I spoke with heart, and heat and force,
I shook her breast with vague alarms -
Like torrents from a mountain's source
We rushed into each other's arms.
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Life In A Love  (by: Robert Browning (1812 - 1889))
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth...
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Linnet, The  (by: Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930))
I heard a linnet courting
His lady in the spring:
His mates were idly sporting,
Nor stayed to hear him sing
His song of love.
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Love Loyalty Poems Books

Love Is A Rose  (by: Lisa G. Leming)
Sometimes the way seems so unclear
Like walking through a cloud of tears
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Love Not Me  (by: John Wilbye (1574 - 1638))
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face...
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Lover Urges The Better Thrift, The  (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922))
My Fair, no beauty of thine will last
Save in my love’s eternity.
Thy smiles, that light thee fitfully,
Are lost for ever—their moment past—
Except the few thou givest to me.
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Marriage  (by: Calvin Hart)
The start of a brand new family,
Is like the dawn of a brand new day,
With hopes and dreams and promises,
Of what may come your way.
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My Beloved Is Mine And I Am His  (by: Francis Quarles (1592 - 1644))
Even like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton stream,
And having ranged and searched a thousand nook
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames
Where in a greater current they conjoin
So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine.
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