Selection of amorous poetry Lore Books

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Must be owned by anyone who has been struck by Cupid’s arrow.

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Selection of Love Poems

Gentle night, why linger on?
I yearn thus for my love so long,
Without her words to calm my breast,
Who shall set my soul to rest?
And now my heart in sorrow dwells,
From melancholic pining swells.
Since I, alas, was forced to part
From the mistress of my heart.
Ah Lord, let me not wait in vain,
I yearn to see my love again!
Oh gentle Sir, be of good cheer,
I shall not cling to another, dear.

To love and be forlorn
Is like night without a dawn.
To be close with nought to say,
Like winter frost in May.
To have lips and yet kiss not,
Is like leaving grain to rot,
To love without consumating
Is like unsown fields in the spring.
I shall love you then, my dear
As long as you lie with me here.
If you’ll not give your all to me,
No longer shall I bide with thee.

Under the sky’s great mass,

you crumble and fall apart,

your body falls to the grass,

silent and unheard.

Throughout the night you dance,

held in a mystical sway,
till a strike to the chest from a lance

drives the curse away.

Upon your heart now burn,
a thousand fleeting dreams,
materialised into one,
the end of earthly schemes.

In memory it holds you,
as heavenward you rise,
for you have stopped the blow,
meant to bring your demise.