My girlfriend demanded that I post a romantic picture today, so I thought I would put up this one of a vineyard at sunset. This is the first stanza of “Love Poem 35”:
You are my air
The sun in my day
The moon in my night
The spring in my step
You are my everything.
The rest is here. I couldn’t stand to put all the stanzas on my blog.
Here is Shakespeare’s sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Is this sufficiently romantic?