| love | |
| Alfonsina Storni |
My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My ... [read rest of the poem] |
| Edgar Allen Poe |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curiou... [read rest of the poem] |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.
Cast sweets into its cup whene’er you can. [read rest of the poem] |
| Emily Dickinson |
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the ... [read rest of the poem] |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson |
Part I
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
T... [read rest of the poem] |
| Robert Burns |
O my Luve 's like a red, red rose
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve 's like the ... [read rest of the poem] |