How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach . . .
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and
made a few pronouncements a bit too sweeping,
perhaps, and possibly forgotten to tag the bases
here or there,
And damned your extravagance, and maligned your
tastes, and libeled your relatives, and slandered a
few of your friends,
O.K.,
Nevertheless, come back.
Kenneth Fearing (1902-1961)

Ah love is bitter and sweet,
but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it.
H.D. (Hilda Doolittle, 1886-1961)

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
Ben Jonson (1573-1637)

At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.