Her Eyes Are Homes Of Silent Prayers (by: Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)) Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. continue reading
His Excuse For Loving (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have had, and have my peers... continue reading
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise, I love thee with the passion put to use... continue reading
I Am Ready To Love You (by: Susan Polis Schutz) I love you Sometimes it takes adverse conditions for people to reach out to one another... continue reading
I Do Not Love Thee (by: Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (1808 - 1877)) I do not love thee! -yet, I know not why, Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me... continue reading
I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair (by: Thomas Carew (1594 - 1640)) I do not love thee, O my fairest, For that richest, for that rarest Silver pillar, which stands under Thy sound head, that globe of wonder... continue reading
I Hid My Love (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864)) I hid my love to my despite Till i could not bear to look at the light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place... continue reading
I Leave Thee for Awhile (by: Eliza Cook (1818 - 1889)) I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh; The fountain spring within my soul Is playing in mine eye... continue reading
