Love... Words may never be enough to express this powerful feeling. And yet, some of the most beautiful thoughts on love have been expressed in poetry. Best love poems of all time brings together an eclectic collection of love poems. Comprising light-hearted verses to grand sonnets, this edition is about love in all its varied forms—eternal, ephemeral, unrequited, platonic, erotic, ideal, and true.
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I carried this book everywhere with me for more than a month, reading a poem or just a few lines from a random page everytime I got some time.
The pocket size made it so convenient for me.
The main thing is here though:
This collection surprised me! Hundred poems written by famous personalities - artists, actors, poets, authors, politicians… and I got mesmerised and got me feeling like real love exists only for those who could express their love this well 💕
This collection is so worth it. Each poem has something warm to offer. My favs are by Tennyson.
About the book 📖: 😍This book consists of classic love poems of all time by famous authors. 😍Love and love poems expressed by each author in the book is very unique yet beautiful. 😍Each author wrote their definition and description of love. 😍Some poems are classics, some are modern, and some are a mix of both, some give a vintage feel and some take us to old-school love. 😍Love is simple to someone, love is complicated to someone, love is life to someone and love is everything to someone and anything to someone. 😍From my view every person deserves to be loved by someone in this world. 😍To love and to be loved is one of the greatest feelings of life in this world.
To little or no purpose have I spent all my days In ranging the Park, th' Exchange, and the Plays, Yet ne'er in my Rambles till now did I prove So happy, to meet with the man I could love. But, O how I'm pleased when I think of the man That I find I must love, let me do what I can!
How long I shall love him, I can no more tell, Than had I a Fever, when I should be well: My Passion shall kill me before I will show it, And yet I would give all the world he did know it: But, O how I sigh, when I think, should he woo me, That I cannot deny what I know will undo me!