A kiss on the forehead

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.

I kiss your forehead.

A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.

I kiss your eyes.

A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.

I kiss your lips.

A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.

Marina Tsvetaeva 

1892–1941

Love: Heads & Tails

from: poetry.com

HEADS

In Love, His Grammar Grew

BY STEPHEN DUNN

In love, his grammar grew

rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell

madly from the sky like pheasants

for the peasantry, and he, as sated

as they were, lolled under shade trees

until roused by moonlight

and the beautiful fraternal twins

A poem for Saint Valentine's Day

Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

SonnetsfromthePortuguese43 from poetryfoundation.org

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