Passion Poems

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
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Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.
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THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
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Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood
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Elizabeth it is in vain you say
'Love not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
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Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
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Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
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Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;
My dog and I are old, too old for roving.
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying,
Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving.
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Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
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By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
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Passion is suffering, passion is pain,
Passion can drive us insane,
Passion is intense feeling, passion is selfless gain,
Passion is the exhilaration of the game,
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Rhea! I fell in love with you at the first sight and passion
Since a week, you have become my heart's delight and passion

How I can forget all the essential parts of my life?
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From the childhood on I have been seeing the misty hill stations;
Still I have not lost its muse quite amazing to recollect in leisure times;
Green meadows and lakes the passion I have on them I have not lost even today;
Nature of such places is great wonder and passion for me quite unshakable!
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The glow of story doubles
As the season of
Possessed spirit bubbles.
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