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I Love You Poems

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  1. I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  2. I Love the Night by George Pope Morris
  3. The Kiss at the Door by Lydia H. Tilton

  1. I Love You

    by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
    And red with a wild desire;
    I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
    Lit with a passionate fire.
    I love your arms when the warm white flesh
    Touches mine in a fond embrace;
    I love your hair when the strands enmesh
    Your kisses against my face.

    Not for me the cold, calm kiss
    Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
    Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
    Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
    But give me the love that so freely gives
    And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
    With your body so young and warm in my arms,
    It sets my poor heart aflame.

    So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
    Still fragrant with ruby wine,
    And say with a fervor born of the South
    That your body and soul are mine.
    Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
    While the pale stars shine above,
    And we’ll live our whole young lives away
    In the joys of a living love.

  2. I Love the Night

    by George Pope Morris

    I love the night when the moon streams bright
    On flowers that drink the dew—
    When cascades shout as the stars peep out,
    From boundless fields of blue;
    But dearer far than moon or star,
    Or flowers of gaudy hue,
    Or murmuring trills of mountain-rills,
    I love, I love, love—you!

    I love to stray at the close of the day,
    Through groves of forest-trees,
    When gushing notes from song-birds' throats
    Are vocal in the breeze.
    I love the night—the glorious night—
    When hearts beat warm and true;
    But far above the night, I love,
    I love, I love, love—you!

  3. The Kiss at the Door

    by Lydia H. Tilton

    Nay, darling, I cannot love thee
    As the morning we were wed;
    Too fondly my heart is nurtured
    Too much on love's manna fed,
    To shrink to the old-time measure,
    Although I scarcely know
    How love that the years have strengthened,
    Found so much room to grow.

    I know when the whispered "Darling,"
    First woke to happier life,
    The heart that since has listened
    To the added word of wife;
    I fancied the very angels
    Could not have loved you more,
    But now a love far greater,
    Shall kiss you at the door.

    I know you are often weary
    With business cares and strife,
    But you always bring home sunshine
    And blessings to your wife;
    Each trial but serves to strengthen
    The bond that was strong before,
    And I watch, as the shadows lengthen,
    To kiss you at the door.

    Our God is love, my darling,
    He plants with many flowers
    The paths in which his children
    Must pass their earthly hours;
    Our path grows each day brighter,
    With light from the unseen shore,
    And gratefully I linger
    To kiss you at the door.

    Each life has its minor cadence;
    The sad with the sweet must blend;
    And even to heart communings
    Come whisperings of the end;
    But, oh, if the angels call me
    First to the shining shore,
    I will watch and wait to welcome
    And kiss you at the door.

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