There is a Lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passsing by,
And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range
Her country, so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.

-Thomas Ford

This sweet poem brought Cloud to my mind and I think it describes Aerith's charm perfectly!

I agree with you on that. That is a beautiful poem too.

Awwwww, that IS super sweet*sniffles, wipes eyes*

A few more...Enjoy!

"Echo"

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream:
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet:
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago , my love, how long ago!

-Christina Rossetti

From "Sonnet 116"

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.

-Shakespeare

"O You Whom I Often and Silently Come"

O you you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

-Walt Whitman

Those are very nice indeed! There are many kinds of poems and poets in this world but these are the kind I love. ^_^

I am in love with the poems :wub: They're beautiful..

I love all of those poems! They are all very beautiful. :)

I'm glad you're all enjoying reading them! Hmmmm, some sad ones this time, I think...

"The Haunter"

He does not think that I haunt here nightly:
How shall I let him know
That whither his fancy sets him wandering
I, too, alertly go?-
Hover and hover a few feet from him
Just as I used to do,
But cannot answer the words he lifts me-
Only listen thereto!

When I could answer he did not say them:
When I could let him know
How I would like to join in his journeys
Seldom he wished to go.
Now that he goes and wants me with him
More than he used to do,
Never he sees my faithful phantom
Though he speaks thereto.

Yes, I companion him to places
Only dreamers know,
Where the shy hares print long paces,
Where the night rooks go;
Into old aisles where the past is all to him,
Close as his shade can do,
Always lacking the power to call to him,
Near as I reach thereto!

What a good haunter I am, O tell him!
Quickly make him know
If he but sigh since my loss befell him
Straight to his side I go.
Tell him a faithful one is doing
All that love can do
Still that his path may be worth pursuing,
And to bring peace thereto.

-Thomas Hardy

From "On His Deceased Wife"

Once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind;
Her face was vail'd, yet to my fancied sight,
Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she enclin'd
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

-John Milton

"Little Elegy"

Withouten you
No rose can grow;
No leaf be green
If never seen
Your sweetest face;
No bird have grace
Or power to sing;
Or anything
Be kind, or fair
and you nowhere.

-Elinor Wylie

Of these three, I love "The Haunter" the best. It's just so bittersweet and the line- "Into old aisles where the past is all to him"- reminds me so much of the AC scenes of Cloud in Aerith's church.