Love Poems a83-a85

a83: Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell?
It is that fountain and that well
Where pleasure and repentance dwell;
It is perhaps the sauncing bell
That tolls all into heaven or hell:
And this is Love, as I hear tell.
- Sir Walter Raleigh.

a84: What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.
- Sinclair Lewis.

a85: Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
- Fulton J. Sheen.