Favorite Love excerpts by famous figures

[Diva]

I adore this thread.....and I have tried to find the scene from the near~end of "Pride & Prejudice" where Elizabeth is standing in a field at dawn and looks up to see Mr. Darcy walking toward her.

At one point, he says, "...I must tell you that I love....I love.....I love You....You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I never wish to be apart from you from this day."

I cry every time not only because the emotion is so raw, so passionate, but also because ~ selfishly ~ I am such a die-hard Piscean romantic, I would wish Someone speak to me like this one day....

[Selenay]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7EI4kBr7BY"]YouTube- Book of love - Shall we dance[/ame]

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything


The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything


The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

[Galahad]

I loved this Selenay. I'd never heard it before,so thank you for adding something new and beautiful to my life.

[Diva]

Oh Selly............

That was pure loveliness....thank You so much....

[daisygrrl]

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

--Khalil Gibran, from The Prophet

[weatherboi]

Sonnet 109

O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.

WS

[Pixie]

Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

[Enchantress]

I confess I find more ecstasy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer.
I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me...
Such surrender has been mine.
I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves.
To know that always, this is mine.
If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love...
I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out.
You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman.
You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy...
I repent there was no other way open to me.
I do not repent my life.