Passion

1.Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I'm growing old, but add Jenny kissed me.
~Leigh Hunt, Jenny Kissed Me

 2.Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
~William Shakespeare


3.A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

4.

This is true, the kiss
Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day,
I scarce dare talk of the remember’d bliss,
When both our mouths went wandering in one way,
And aching sorely, met among the leaves;
Our hands being left behind strained far away. William Morris

5.Take, O Take Those Lips Away

Take, O take, those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again
Bring again;
Seals of love but sealed in vain,
-Sealed in vain!

from Measure for Measure
William Shakespeare

6.

To A Kiss
Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.

Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action,
Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!

Robert Burns

7.

The Kiss

Soon, yes soon, we'll have our chance,
To embrace each other in love's dance.
A dance which I'll take her hand and show,
The love she's yet to know.
And yes, we'll know it with that kiss,
The first look of tender bliss.
The hug and warm embrace will say it all,
The fear and doubts we've had will fall,
Fall from the precipice into the abyss,
With that first sweet tender kiss.

P. Bere

8.For though I know he loves me
Tonight my heart is sad
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

Sara  Teasdale

 

9.

Out of a world of laughter
Suddenly I am sad. . .
Day and night it haunts me,
The kiss I never had.

From Midsummer by Sydney King Russell

 

10.

Alas, how easily things go wrong!
A sigh too much, or a kiss too long,
And there follows a mist and a weeping rain,
And life is never the same again.

From Sweet Peril by George MacDonald

Missing you

 



1. I thought I had forgotten you,

 So far apart our lives were thrust!

Twas only as the earth forgets

The seed the sower left in trust.

Ethel M Hewitt.

2. I thought my heart would break
Because the Spring was slow.
I said, "How long young April sleeps
Beneath the snow!"
But when at last she came
And buds broke in the dew,
I dreamed of my lost love,
And my heart broke, too!
Charles Hanson Towne




3.

One whom I loved and never can forget

Returned to me in dream, and spoke with me,

As audibly, as sweet familiarly

As though warm fingers twined warm fingers yet.

Her eyes were bright and with great wonder wet

As in old days when some strange, swift decree

Brought touch-close love or death; and sorrow-free

She spoke as one long purged of all regret.

I heard, oh, glad beyond all speech, I heard,

Till to my lips the flaming query flashed:

       How is it -- over there? Then, quite undone,

She trembled; in her deep eyes like a bird

The gladness fluttered, and as one abashed

       She shook her head bewildered, and was gone.

                                   Hermann Hagedorn

4.How shall I thrust thee apart

Since all my growth tends to thee night and day--

To thee faith, hope, and art?

Swift are the currents setting all one way;

They draw my life, my life, out of my heart.

Alice Meynell







5. HOW like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

What old December's bareness every where!

And yet this time removed was summer's time,

The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,

Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:

Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me

But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.


Shakespeare.