love
The heart of a man to the heart of a maid— Light of my tents, be fleet— Morning — Rudyard Kipling
The white moth to the closing vine, The bee to the open clover, And the Gypsy bl — Rudyard Kipling
The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the hear — Rudyard Kipling
Someone told me love would all save us, but how can that be? Look what "love" ga — Chad Kroeger and Josey Scott
You may find many a brighter one Than your own rose, but there are none So true — Letitia Elizabeth Landon The London Literary Gazette
Love, thou hast hopes like summers, short and bright, Moments of ecstasy, and ma — Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I loved him too as woman loves — Reckless of sorrow, sin, or scorn. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Love is like the glass, That throws its own rich colour over all, And makes all — Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And Love is like the lightning in its might, Winging where least bethought its f — Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And this is Love! Oh! why should woman love; Wasting her dearest feelings, till — Letitia Elizabeth Landon
What was our parting ?—one wild kiss, How wild I may not say, One long and breat — Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Love is a pearl of purest hue, But stormy waves are round it; And dearly may a w — Letitia Elizabeth Landon