Thread: Happy Valentine's Day

Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night;

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night

Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,

Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

'His body was as straight as Circe's wand;
Jove might have sipt out nectar from his hand.
Even as delicious meat is to the taste,
So was his neck in touching, and surpast
The white of Pelops' shoulder: I could tell ye,
How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly,
And whose immortal fingers did imprint
That heavenly path with many a curious dint
That runs along his back...

Marlowe, Hero and Leander

'...he had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have brimmed in them and widened them; and a brow like the swelling of a marble dome pressed between the two blank medallions which were his temples.'

Virginia Woolf, Orlando

That is a skinny mother fucker.

'In midst of all, there lay a sleeping youth
Of fondest beauty; fonder, in fair sooth,
Than sighs could fathom, or contentment reach:
And coverlids gold-tinted like the peach,
Or ripe October's faded marigolds,
Fell sleek about him in a thousand folds-
Not hiding up an Apollonian curve
Of neck and shoulder, nor the tenting swerve
Of knee from knee, nor ankles pointing light;
But rather, giving them to the filled sight
Officiously. Sideway his face repos'd
On one white arm, and tenderly unclos'd,
By tenderest pressure, a faint damask mouth
To slumbery pout; just as the morning south
Disparts a dew-lipp'd rose...

Keats, Endymion

Originally Posted by ihateschoolmt

That is a skinny mother fucker.

it's jim morrison. his lifestyle was not a cycle of bulk n cut trust me.

'So the Star-Child was brought up with the children of the Woodcutter, and sat at the same board with them, and was their playmate. And every year he became more beautiful to look at, so that all those who dwelt in the village were filled with wonder, for, while they were swarthy and black-haired, he was white and delicate as sawn ivory, and his curls were like the rings of the daffodil. His lips, also, were like the petals of a red flower, and his eyes were like violets by a river of pure water, and his body like the narcissus of a field where the mower comes not.'

Oscar Wilde, The Star-Child

'The world is changed because you are made
of ivory and gold.

The curves of your lips rewrite history.'

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

'The other one was just a kid like me, a little older, a little smarter. But the one called Ghost was an angel. I knew it by the wing of hair that fell like flax over his eyes, and by his skin that light shone through, and by the way his hands shaped the air. And I knew it by what I guess you'd call his aura...anybody could see the golden light surrounding this Ghost, as translucent and yet as heartbreakingly bright as sunlight sifting through pure dawn clouds on Easter morning.'

Poppy Z Brite, Angels

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt,
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 5, Scene 1

Youre freakin me out.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.139-41)



Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.
(The Tempest, 3.1.60-3)



This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.121-2)



Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
(A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1.1.231-2)



If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
(As You Like It, 2.4.33-5)



Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
(Sonnet 116)



Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor
But was a race of heaven.
(Antony and Cleopatra, 1.3.36-8)



Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
(Hamlet, 2.2.123-6)



Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
(Sonnet 88)



But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
(Love's Labours Lost, 4.3.327-55)



See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek.
(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.23-5)



One half of me is yours, the other half yours
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours.
(The Merchant of Venice, 3.2.17-9)



The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
(As You Like It, 3.4.54)



I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
(Twelfth Night, 3.1.151-6)



The prize of all too precious you.
(Sonnet 86)

Originally Posted by du510

Youre freakin me out.

steal some poetry for your girl.

Originally Posted by rockgazer69

steal some poetry for your girl.

I dont "do" poetry.

LOL, and if I tried it, she'd prolly laugh at me (and rightfully so).

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
(Sonnet 18)



For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
(Sonnet 29)



All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
(Sonnet 43)



Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
(Romeo and Juliet, 1.1.191-5)



Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
(Venus and Adonis, 151)



She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
(Twelfth Night, 2.4.115-120)

Originally Posted by du510

I dont "do" poetry.

LOL, and if I tried it, she'd prolly laugh at me (and rightfully so).

there can be poetry in a look, a kiss, a thoughtful act... why you messin in here if you don't do poetry? c'mom... it'd be really sweet laughter and a moment neither of you will ever forget.

Originally Posted by rockgazer69

it's jim morrison. his lifestyle was not a cycle of bulk n cut trust me.

I love you - those three words have my life in them.
~ by Alexandrea to Nicholas III ~

How bout we get postin on some love/break up/i wanna fuck songs since the day is comming up?

Private Emotion by Ricky Martin

Every endless night has a dawning day
Every darkest sky has a shining ray
And it shines on you baby can't you see
You're the only one who can shine for me

[CHORUS:] It's a private emotion that fills you tonight
And a silence falls between us
As the shadows steal the light
And wherever you may find it
Wherever it may lead
Let your private emotion come to me
Come to me

When your soul is tired and your heart is weak
Do you think of love as one way street
Well it runs both ways, open up your eyes
Can't you see me here, how can you deny

[CHORUS]

Every endless night has a dawning day
Every darkest sky has a shining ray
It takes a lot to laugh as your tears go by
But you can find me here till your tears run dry

Breathless by The Coors


The daylight's fading slowly
But time with you is standing still
I'm waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak
I cannot lie
From you I cannot hide
And I'm losing ' will to try
Can't hide it
Can't fight it

So go on, go on, come on leave me breathless

Tease me, tease me, until I can't deny
This lovin' feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on, yeah
Come on

And if there's no tomorrow
And all we have is here and now
I'm hapy just to have you
You're all the love I need somehow

I'ts like a dream
Although I'm not a sleep
I never want to wake up
Don't lose it
Don't leave it

I cannot lie
From you I cannot hide
And I've lost my will to try
Can't hide it
Can't fight it


Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny
This lovin' feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless

um we have a song thread. grrrr. poetry girl.

Originally Posted by rockgazer69

um we have a song thread. grrrr. poetry girl.

i love you too. kiss.