Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean empti…

No distance can keep anxious lovers long asunder.

Not often in life has a human being caused me such joy by his mere presence as you did.

She said, 'Love isn't enough. Your parents have to know how to relate to you, and to each other. They have to want to be with you more than with anyone else. T…