Sonnet 116
By William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
..... If this be error and upon me proved,
..... I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning

THE gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXVI
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I lived with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know
A sweeter music than they played to me.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come--to be,
Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendors (better, yet the same,
As river-water hallowed into fonts),
.....My soul with satisfaction of all wants:
.....Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

Gather Yourself
by Jewel Kilcher

Gather Yourself at the seashore
and I will love you there

Assemble yourself with wild things
with songs of the sparrow and sea foam

Let mad beauty colect itself
in your eyes and it will chine, calling me

For I long for a man
with nests of wild things in his hair

A man who will kiss the flame

Kiss Me
By Matt Slocum of Sixpense None the Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Lightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.

Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me high upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.

Smooth
By Carlos Santana

Man it's a hot one
Like seven inches from de midday sun
I hear your whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My Muñequita, my Spanish Harlem
Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth

And it's like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as teh emotion that I get from you
You get the kind of lovin' that could be so smooth
Give your heart, make it real
or else forget about it

Well I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it be a crying shame
In every breath and every word
I hear your name calling me out
Out of the barrio,
You hear me rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning round and round

And it's like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as teh emotion that I get from you
You get the kind of lovin' that could be so smooth
Give your heart, make it real
or else forget about it