You love the roses
so do I -- I wish
The sky would rain down roses,
as they rain
From off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would
be pink and white
And soft to tread on.
They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet;
and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking,
all at once!

George Eliot (1819–1880)












Roses are red,
The sky is blue,
Follow your dreams,
And they will come true

- Unknown -










O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That is newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That is sweetly played in tune.

As fair are you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
Till all the seas go dry.

Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun!
O I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Although it were ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns (1759–1796)






Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)






O, my love is like a red, red rose,
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

- The Bible: 1 Corinthians 13:4











Many people will walk in
and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave
footprints in your heart.

Anna Eleanor Roosevelt
(1884–1962)















We will buy very pretty things
A -walking through the faubourgs
Violets are blue, roses are red,
        Violets are blue, I love my loves.

Victor Hugo (1802-1885)



















Grow old along with me
the best is yet to be.

Robert Browning
(1812-1889)













True love is like ghosts,
which everybody talks about
and few have seen.

La Rochefoucauld
(1613-1680)








Love is enough:
  though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice
  but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark
  for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies
  fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows,
  and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil
  over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble,
  their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary,
  the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes
  of the loved and the lover.

William Morris
(1834-96)






If you love someone set them free,
 don't try to keep them close.
For if you truly love someone,
 you have to let them go.
They are not your puppets,
 not bound to you by strings.
They are their own person,
 with different tunes to which they sing.

And if you hold them tighter,
 they'll remind you of the sea.
So beautiful to look at, but wild,
 untamed, forever free.
For we can not bend their wills
 like the wind can to the grass.
They trust us with their hearts,
 making promises with their laughs.

If you love someone, set them free,
 don't try to keep them close.
For if you truly love someone,
 you have to let them go.
Someday they'll return to you,
 and thank you for what you've done.
Forever will they love you,
 if you don't force them to run.

Unknown