学习啦【英语诗歌】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-09-27
Live in you, you love in me
Live in you, you love in me;
We are two garden haunted by each other.
Sometimes I cannot find you there,
There is only the swing creaking, that you have just left,
Or your favourite book beside the sundial.
My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;
I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.
Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.
When You Are Old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,
take down this book,
And slowly read,
and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once,
and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
What is love?
Love is Mom's kiss and Dad's pat.
Love is sweet roses to a lover and tender caresses to a child.
Love is the tree of friendship.
Love is mutual understanding and support.
Love is forgiveness and sacrifice.
Love is the never-setting sun in the sky.
Love is the spring of the inspiration.
Love is a panacea that cures spiritual wounds.
Love is the candle in the dark and the fireplace against the cold.
Love is a key to open the door of a closed heart.
Love is an oasis on a boundless desert which gives a tired walker strength and hope.
Love is a harbor in a turbulent sea which makes a weary seaman safe and sound.
Love is balmy wind that soothes pain and anxiety from the tempests of the life.
Love is the teacher's persistence in giving lectures when he is ill.
Love is passing a cup of tea to teachers during the break.
Love is sending postcards to parents on their birthdays.
Love is a kind of subtle and precious sensation among human beings.
Love is all!