One Day I Wrote Her Name upon the Strand - Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
  But came the waves and washed it away:
  Again I wrote it with a second hand,
  But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
'Vain man,' said she, 'that dost in vain assay
  A mortal thing so to immortalize,
  For I myself shall like to this decay
  And eke my name be wiped out likewise.'
'Not so,' quod I, 'let baser things devise
  To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
  My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
  And in the heavens write your glorious name,
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
  Our love shall live, and later life renew.'

One Day I Wrote Her Name upon the Strand - Edmund Spenser

Pensamentos - (I) Promessa

No dia, ou até no momento preciso, em que te apercebeste do que eu sentia por ti, disse-te que quando se ama alguém, essa pessoa torna-se o centro do nosso mundo, e que o seu bem estar se sobrepõe ao nosso.

Penso nisso muitas vezes, amor, e acho que tu percebeste (senão no momento, pelo menos nos meus actos ao longo do nosso tempo juntos) o quanto eu quero ou, mais ainda, preciso, acima de tudo na vida, que tu estejas bem. Mudaria o mundo e virá-lo-ia às avessas por ti. Pela tua felicidade. Por um sorriso teu.

Quero que cada momento da tua vida seja de alegria e que te sintas como uma Rainha. Pois é como uma Rainha que eu te quero tratar, meu amor, fazendo de ti o ser mais feliz do mundo, celebrando e piando contigo nos melhores momentos e segurando-te nos meus braços nos momentos menos bons, como um rochedo (porque sou o teu rochedo), e proteger-te.

Quero que nunca mais sintas qualquer incerteza ou mágoa na vida, enquanto navegamos juntos num mar de tranquilidade e felicidade. O meu amor está contigo, sempre (Amo-te tanto! Nunca me irei cansar de to dizer). Estou e estarei sempre sempre sempre a teu lado.

Sempre - prometo.

Come live with me and be my love - Christopher Marlowe

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.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Come live with me and be my love - Christopher Marlowe

Love's Philosophy - Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
  And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix forever
  With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
  All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
  Why not I with thine? -

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
  And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
  If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
  And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
  If thou kiss not me?

Love's Philosophy - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal - Lord Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal - Lord Tennyson