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.

— William Shakespeare

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A light wind coming downhill, the nitebirds song.
The strange writing I read on my lovers door
says the same message now being called out over the roof tops.

—Love Poems of Rumi

Translated by Deepak Chopra

Love is always patient
and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited;
it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is
not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins
but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust,
to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

Love does not come to
an end.

—I Corinthians 13:
4-8

Jerusalem Bible

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me
goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

—Rumi

Sometimes the love I feel leaves my heart
and as it passes my lips it looses its grace. It spills out less than, or even
as a sight not taken as love. Oh that I may learn to articulate that which I feel in my heart
and share it with you.

—TD

Love is not always the easy way.
This is something they don’t tell you in the movies. Love sometimes is the winding road.
This is something you do not read about in fairy tales. There are moments when you hearts will seem
to travel as two ships passing in the night. There are moments when you might ask “who is this stranger
in my bed”? Dont look away from love. Look deeply at love, look longly at love, and it will ignite again.

—Anonymous

Love is a certain inborn
suffering derived from the sight of and excessive meditation
upon the beauty of the opposite sex, which causes each one to
wish above all things the embraces of the other and by common
desire to carry out all of love’s precepts in the other’s embrace.

–Andreas Capellanus

Alas, I thought I knew
so much

Of love, and yet I know so little!

For I cannot stop myself loving her

From whom I shall never have joy.

My whole heart, and all of me from myself

She has taken, and her own self,

and all the world,

For when she took herself from me,

she left me nothing

But desire and a yearning heart.

–Bernard de Ventadour

And if my homage she’d
receive,

My wooing and my service true–

The sleepless nights I have been through,

The grief I bear from morn till eve,

Could never take me from her sight;

I’d be a slave unto delight,

All burdens I would gladly bear

And for my heart’s grief I’d not care.

–Guiraut de Bornelh

I have never had power
over myself,

Nor was I mine from that moment

When she let me look into her eyes,

Into a mirror that much pleases me

Mirror, since I mirrored myself in you,

I have been slain by sighs from the depths,

And thus I was lost, just as

The fair Narcissus lost himself in the pool.

–Bernard deVentadour

Through their kisses
and caresses they experienced a joy and wonder the equal of which
has never been known or heard of,

But I shall be silent…for the rarest and most delectable pleasures
are those which are hinted at, but never told.

–Chre’tien de Troyes, 

Lancelot

“Someone
Digging in the Ground”

An eye is meant to see
things,

The soul is here for its own joy.

A head has one use: for loving a true love.

Legs: to run after.

Love is for vanishing
into the sky. The mind,

for learning what men have done and tried to do.

Mysteries are not to be solved. The eye goes blind

when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused
of something.

But when he finds his love, whatever was lost

in the looking comes back completely changed.

On the way to Mecca, many dangers: thieves,

the blowing sand, only camel’s milk to drink.

Still each pilgrim kisses the black stone there

with pure longing, feeling in the surface

the taste of the lips he wants.

This talk is like stamping
new coins. They pile up,

while the real work is done outside

by someone digging in the ground.

–The Essential Rumi,

Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

Tell me, O people, tell
me! Who among you would not wake from the sleep of life if love
were to brush your spirit with its fingertips?

Who among you would not forsake your father and your mother and
your home if the girl whom your heart loved were to call to him?

Who among you would not cross the seas, traverse deserts, go
over mountains and valleys to reach the woman whom his spirit
has chosen?

What youth would not follow his heart to the ends of the earth
to breathe the sweetness of his lover’s breath, feel the soft
touch of her hands, delight in the melody of her voice?

What man would not immolate his soul that its smoke might rise
to a god who would hear his plea and answer his prayer?

–The Beloved:

Reflections on the Path of the Heart

by Kahlil Gibran

It is love that fashions
us into the fullness of our being–not our looks, not our work,
not our wants, not our achievements, not our parents, not our
status, not our dreams. These are all the fodder and the filler,
the navigating fuels of our lives, but it is love: who we love,
how we love, why we love and that we love which ultimately shapes
us.

–Daphne Rose Kingm

[Infinite Love] is a
weapon of matchless potency.

It is the “summum bonum” of Life.

It is an attribute of the brave, in fact it is their all.

It does not come within the reach of the coward.

It is no wooden or lifeless dogma but a living and life-giving
force.

It is the special attribute of the heart.

–Mahatma Gandhi

Love courses through
everything,

No, Love is everything.

How can you say, there is no love,

when nothing but Love exists?

All that you see has appeared because of Love.

All shines from Love,

All pulses with Love,

All flows from Love–

No, once again all is Love!

–Fakhruddin Araqi,

Translated by Jonathan Star

It doesn’t matter how
long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations,

If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light,

it doesn’t matter if the room has been dark for a day, or a week,
or ten thousand years–

we turn on the light and it is illumined. Once we contact our
capacity for love and happiness…the light has been turned on.

–Sharon Salzberg

The cure for all

the ills and wrongs,

the cares, the sorrows

and crimes of

humanity, all lie in

that one word “love.”

It is the divine vitality

that produces and

restores life.

To each and every one

of us it gives

the power of

working miracles,

if we will.

–Lydia M. Child

Love is something you
and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon
it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint.

Without love our self-esteem weakens. Without it our courage
fails. Without love we can no longer look confidently at the
world. We turn inward and begin to feed upon our own personalities,
and little by little we destroy it ourselves. With it we are
creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it and with it alone,
we are able to sacrifice for others.

–Chief Dan George

Love feels no burden,
thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength,
pleads no excuse of impossibility…It is therefore able to undertake
all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to
take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not. Though weary,
it is not tired; though pressed, it is not straitened; though
alarmed, it is not confounded…

–Thomas A. Kempis

“Sonnet
55”

Not marble, nor the
gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

but you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.

–William Shakespeare: 

“If Thou
Must Love Me”

If thou must love me,
let it be for naught

Except for love’s sake only. Do not say

“I love her for her smile…her look…her way of speaking

gently-

For a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day.”

For these things in themselves, beloved, may be changed, or changed
for thee–and love so wrought may be unwrought so.

Neither love me for thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry-

A creature might forget to weep, who bore their comfort long,
and lose

their love thereby

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore thou mayst love on,

Through love’s eternity.

–Elizabeth Barrett
Browning

In one year they sent
a million fighters forth

South and North,

And they built their gods a brazen pillar high

As the sky

Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force–

Gold, of course.

O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!

Earth’s returns

For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!

Shut them in,

With their triumph and their glories and the rest!

Love is best.

–Robert Browning

from “Love Among the Ruins”

“Words”

I had this thought a
while ago,

“My darling cannot understand

What I have done, or what would do

In this blind bitter land.”

And I grew weary of the sun

Until my thoughts cleared up again,

Remembering that the best I have done

Was done to make it plain;

That every year I have cried, “At length

My darling understands it all,

Because I have come into my strength,

And words obey my call;”

That had she done so who can say

What would have shaken from the sieve?

I might have thrown poor words away

And been content to live.

–William Butler Yeats

“Love
in a Life”

I

Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her–

Next time, herself!–not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

II

Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune–

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,–who cares?

But ’tis twilight, you see,–with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

–Robert Browning

My mistress’ eyes are
nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

I grant I never saw a goddess go:

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

–William Shakespeare

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