These are the poems selections available in our postcards.
___________________________________________________________________
Desire
The passion you invoke in me
the melting of my soul
fingers that caress my lips
and I lose control.
Melding bodies into one
the warmth that fuels the fire.
Whispering words of passion to
the one that I desire.
--Rosemary
___________________________________________________________________
Byron
When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,
And the wisp on the morass;
When the falling stars are shooting,
And the answer'd owls are hooting,
And the silent leaves are still
In the shadow of the hill,
Shall my soul be upon thine,
With a power and with a sign.
--Byron
___________________________________________________________________
Marlowe
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
--The Passionate Shepherd to his love--Marlowe--
___________________________________________________________________
Romance
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut,with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
--Claude McKay--
_________________________________________________________________
Think of Thee
I'll think of thee, mine own, dear one
As morn's first blushing ray
Diffuses light o'er the dim earth---
Turns darkness into day
.
I'll think of thee at eve, my love,
When moon and star appear---
When in the horizon of my hope
All, all is bright and clear.
--To a loved one--Mary Weston Ford--
___________________________________________________________________
Swindburne
Love and Sleep
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said -
I wist not what, saving one word - Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.
Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837-1909
___________________________________________________________________
Yeats
Love Song
From the Gaelic
My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,
And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;
And the salmon behold, and the ousel too,
My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear,
The calling afar of the doe and the deer.
And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear,
And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood;
And death, oh my fair one, will never come near
In the bosom afar of the fragrant wood.
W B Yeats (1865-1939)
___________________________________________________________________
Secret Poem
The Ninth Secret Poem
I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle
Of the Goddess
I am the lumberjack of the only virgin forest
O my Eldorado
I am the only fish in your voluptuous ocean
You my lovely Siren
I am the climber on your snowy mountains
O my whitest Alp
I am the heavenly archer of your beautiful mouth
O my darling quiver
I am the hauler of your midnight hair
O lovely ship on the canal of my kisses
And the lilies of your arms are beckoning me
O my summer garden
The fruits of your breast are ripening their honey for me
O my sweet-smelling orchard
And I am raising you O Madeleine O my beauty above the earth
Like the torch of all light
Guillaume Apollinaire 1880-1918
___________________________________________________________________
Shakespeare
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love
--William Shakespeare