*LOVE POEMS*
- THE night has a thousand eyes,
- And the day but one;
- Yet the light of a bright world dies
- When day is done.
- The mind has a thousand eyes,
- And the heart but one;
- Yet the light of a whole life dies
- When love is done.
- Francis William Bourdillon
- LOVE is like the wild rose-briar;
- Friendship like the holly-tree.
- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
- But which will bloom most constantly?
- The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
- Its summer blossoms scent the air;
- Yet wait till winter comes again,
- And who will call the wild-briar fair?
- Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
- And deck thee with holly's sheen,
- That, when December blights thy brow,
- He still may leave thy garland green.
- Emily Brontė
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes