love poems

My sange es in sihting,
My life es in langinge,
Till I thee se, my king,
So faire in thy shining,
So faire in thy fairehede.
Intil thy light me lede,
And in thy luve me fede.
In luve make me to spede,
That thou be ever my mede.
When will thou come,
Jesus, my joy,
And cover me of care,
And give me thee,
That I may se,
And have for evermare?
All my coveiting war comen
If I might till thee fare.
I will na thing bot anely thee
That all my will ware.
Jesu, my savioure,

Cast Chariessa , cast that glasse away,
Nor in its crystall face, thine own survey;
What can be free from loves imperious laws
When painted shadowes real flames can cause?
The fires may burn thee from this Mirrour rise,
By the reflected beams of thine own eyes;
And thus at last fall'n with thy self in love,
Thou wilt my Rivall, thine own Martyr prove;
But if thou dost desire thy form to view,
Look in my heart, where love thy picture drew,
And then if pleas'd with thine own shape thou be,
Learn how to love thy selfe in loving me.

1

My mammy's in the cold, cold ground;
My daddy went away;
My sister married a gamblin' man;
And now I've gone astray.
I sit here in the prison;
I do the best I can;
But I get to thinkin' of the woman I love;
She ran away with another man.

Chorus:
She ran away with another man, po' boy,
She ran away with another man.
I get to thinkin' of the woman I love;
She ran away with another man.

2

Away out on the prairie,
I stopped that Katy train;

My love she's but a lassie yet,
A lightsome lovely lassie yet;
— — — It scarce wad do
— — — To sit an' woo
Down by the stream sae glassy yet.

But there's a braw time coming yet,
When we may gang a-roaming yet;
— — — An' hint wi' glee
— — — O' joys to be,
When fa's the modest gloaming yet.

She's neither proud nor saucy yet,
She's neither plump nor gaucy yet;
But just a jinking,
Bonny blinking,
Hilty-skilty lassie yet.

But O, her artless smile's mair sweet

My lefe is faren in a lond--
Alas! why is she so?
And I am so sore bound
I may nat com her to.
She hath my hert in hold,
Where-ever she ride or go,
With trew love a thousandfold.

VERSE

After all this time without you,
After all this time I find
That it's still no use to say to myself:
" Out of sight, out of mind. "

REFRAIN

I wish I didn't love you so,
My love for you
Should have faded long ago.
I wish I didn't need your kiss,
Why must your kiss
Torture me as long as this?
I might be smiling by now with some new tender friend,
Smiling by now with my heart on the mend,
But when I try,

1

My dearest dear, the time draws near
When you and I must part;
But little do you know the grief or woe
Of my poor troubled heart.

Refrain:
Oh hush, my love, you will break my heart,
Nor let me hear you cry;
For the best of friends will have to part,
And so must you and I.

2

As I walked out one clear summer night,
A-drinking of sweet wine,
It was then I saw that pretty little girl
That stole this heart of mine.
Refrain:

3

I'm gonna love you
Like nobody's loved you,
Come rain or come shine.
High as a mountain
And deep as a river,
Come rain or come shine.
I guess when you met me
It was just one of those things,
But don't ever bet me,
'Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me.
You're gonna love me
Like nobody's loved me,
Come rain or come shine.
Happy together,
Unhappy together,
And won't it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny,
We're in or we're out of the money,
But I'm with you always,

VERSE 1 SHE :

Straight from the heart department, dear,
I bring you a sweeping statement:
You seem to be the mate meant for me.
Why in the name of common sense
Were all of my young dreams wasted?
Never in one your face did I see.
If this is all a big surprise to you,
Me too!

REFRAIN

Why must love be such a random thing?
Unpredictable as early spring.
Why no choir praising the joy I was to find?
And why am I the one to be overwhelmed, undermined?

My bonny lass, thine eye,
So sly,
Hath made me sorrow so;
Thy crimson cheeks, my dear,
So clear,
Have so much wrought my woe;

Thy pleasing smiles and grace,
Thy face,
Have ravished so my sprites,
That life is grown to nought
Through thought
Of love, which me affrights.

For fancy's flames of fire
Aspire
Unto such furious power
As, but the tears I shed
Make dead
The brands, would me devour;

I should consume to nought
Through thought
Of thy fair shining eye,