Katie`s Favorite Poems I Have No Life But This I have no life but this, To lead it here Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there Nor tie to earths to come Nor action new, Except through this extent The Realm of You! by Emily  Dickinson Beauty and Love Beauty and love are all my dream They change not with the changing day Love stays forever like a stream That flows but never flows away And beauty is the bright sun-bow That blossoms on the spray that showers Where the loud water falls below Making a wind among the flowers by Andrew Young Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river   And the rivers with the ocean The winds of heaven mix forever   With a sweet emotion Nothing in the world is single   All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle   Why not I with thine? by Percy Bysshe Shelley A Red, Red Rose O my luove's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June. O my love's like a melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I. And I will love thee still, my Dear, Till a'the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt with the sun: I will love thee still, my Dear, While the sands o'life shall run. And fare thee well my only Love! And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my Love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! Robert Burns Maybe Maybe he believes me, maybe not. Maybe I can marry him, maybe not. Maybe the wind on the prairie, The wind on the sea, maybe, Somebody, somewhere, maybe can tell. I will lay my head on his shoulder And when he asks me I will say yes, Maybe. Carl Sandburg How Do I Love Thee? 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 everyday'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 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. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love her for her smile--her look--her way Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning