Valentine's Day

My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.

Da mi basia mille.

 

I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire.

You are like nobody else since I love you.

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus.

 

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove;

 

But for the lovers, their arms

Measure your life in love.

 

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I love you the more that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely, love divine Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.

He kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

[ Hammer, played by Groucho Marx, speaking :] I’ll meet you tonight under the moon. Oh, I can see you now, you and the moon. You wear a necktie so I’ll know you.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? / An oath that’s given closer than before; / A promise more precise; the sealing of / Confessions that till then were barely breathed; / A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

Is it better to be the lover or the loved one? Neither, if your cholesterol is over six hundred. By love, of course, I refer to romantic love -- the love between man and woman, rather than between mother and child, or a boy and his dog, or two headwaiters.

Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.

Those marriages generally abound most with love and constancy that are preceded by a long courtship. The passion should strike root and gather strength before marriage be grafted on it.

Oh! love!... That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

The lover says how beautiful you are, now that you love me.

Journeys end in lover's meetings.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.