Like most people, I find the greater part of love poetry, love songs, love jargon best suited to a good laugh. Oops, wait, maybe not like most people, because most people aren’t smirking lumps of granite.
But seriously, I can’t be the only one who feels this way? Surely we’ve all had some hitherto desirable young swain feelingly strum something by the Beatles or quote a sonnet at us, only to watch us dissolve into or choke back helpless laughter?
Lest I anger some goddess and get stuck with an actual pair of fangs, here are two love songs and two love poems that I actually like.
Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbābimus illa, ne sciāmus,
aut ne quis malus invidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.