Go ahead, be unabashedly romantic this Valentines Day and give your darling the gift of words along with that little something special. Follow our lead and find the perfect prose to inscribe in a beautiful card to set the mood for the gift. Shakespeare would be proud. Cristina Bolling
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
(From Come Live With Me and Be My Love, by Christopher Marlowe)
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingales high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers vows
Seem sweet in every whisperd word;
And gentle winds and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
(From It is the hour, by Lord Byron)
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
...I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
...And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
(From Stanzas, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
My true love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for another given;
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
(From My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His, by Sir Phillip Sydney)
She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.
(From The Kiss, by Stephen Dunn)
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
(From I Love You, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame...
(From Romance, by Claude McKay)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
(From A Thing of Beauty (Endymion), by John Keats)
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
(From Wild Nights, by Emily Dickinson)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
(From [i carry your heart with me (i carry it in], by e.e. cummings)