Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valley, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
- Christopher Marlowe, 1564-1593
English poet and dramatist
I cannot exist without you.
I am forgetful of everything
but seeing you again –
my Life seems to stop there –
I see no further.
- John Keats, 1795-1821
English poet
I have spread my dreams
under your feet.
Tread softly because
you tread on my dreams.
- W.B Yeats, 1865-1919
Irish poet and writer
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