- Omar Khayyam

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 candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a 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.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and you.
- modern paraphrase of Omar Khayyam's poem
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
- Omar Khayyam
Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.
- Robert Browning
Love is the veil between lover and lover.
- Khalil Gibran
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
- John Greenleaf Whittier
Love one another but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
- Khalil Gibran