If life were but a dream, my Love, death the waking time; If day had not a beam, my Love, And night had not a rhyme,
A barren, barren were this Without one saving gleam;
I'd only ask that with a kiss You'd wake me from the dream. world
If dreaming were the sum of days, And loving were the bane; If battling for a wreath of bays. Could soothe a heart in pain,
I'd scorn the mood of battle's might, All other aims above. I'd choose the human's higher right, To suffer and to love!

by Paul Lawrence Dunbar
I will bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person and we will have us twice as much of love and everything
I be bringing a whole heart and while it do have nicks and dents and scars, that only make me lay it down more careful-like. An; you be bringing a whole heart a little chipped and rusty an'
sometime skip a beat but still an' all you bringing polish too and look like you intend to make it shine
we be bringing, each of us the music of ourselves to wrap the other in. Forgiving clarities Soft as a choir's last lingering note our personal blend
I will be bringing you someone whole and you will be bringing me someone whole and we be twice as strong and we be twice as true and we will have twice as much of love and everything
Poetry
