Love poems for February

[trinkie]

This is not strictly a Love Poem, but all’s well in the end !
I am submitting this traditional song in memory of an old friend who died recently – Bill Deans.
‘’Weelam’’ gave me the book of Cornkisters in 1954 and it has been loved and treasured ever since. We had many a sing song together.

I Maun Gang Tae The Garret.
Traditional.

My mither has three butter platies,
Platies ? Aye, platies,
My mither has three butter platies,
And she’s nae ither dochters but me.

Chorus:
But I maun gang tae the garret,
The garret ? Aye, the garret,
I maun gang tae the garret,
For there’s nae bonnie laddie for me.

My faither’s a wee white horsie,
Horsie? Aye a horsie.
My faither’s a wee white horsie,
And nae ither dochters but me.

Chorus.

My mither has forty white shillings
Shillings? Aye Shillings,
My mither has forty white shillings,
And nae ither dochters but me.

Chorus.

But doon in yon howe there’s a miller,
A miller? Aye a miller,
But doon in yon howe there’s a miller
And he often comes and courts me.

Chorus.

So noo I’m gaun tae be mairret,
Mairret? Aye mairret;
So noo I’m gaun tae be mairret,
And the garret will nae be for me.

[trinkie]

She Walks in Beauty, like the Night.
By George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron .

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

[trinkie]

O Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast
By Robert Burns

O wert thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,
I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee.
Or did misfortune’s bitter storms
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
Thy bield should be my bosom,
To share it a’, to share it a’.

Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
The desert were a Paradise
If thou wert there, if thou wert there.
Or were I monarch o’ the globe,
Wi’ thee to reign, wi’ thee to reign,
The brightest jewel in my crown
Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.

[trinkie]

Love-lowe
By Alan Bold

Yer glowin’ gowden by the guschach
Tho’ the flames are red.
Like water thresh’d wi’ keethin’-sight,
Ye mak me feel guid.

As a thief wi’ glender-gear,
I keep ye close,
Ye gae through me as the sun-glaff glides
Straight through ma gless.

Aye, ye gleet an’ glitter glegly
A saft sunblink on a scow.
I’m aye blowthirin’ but, lassie
It’s the richt love-lowe,
The richt love-lowe.


(Love-lowe---- Love flame)

[trinkie]

Come Live with Me and be my Love,
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.
By Christopher Marlowe.
1564 – 1593
English Dramatist, Spy and Poet.


Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls,
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs,
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning,
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

[Cedric Farthsbottom III]

I saw in the beauty of her eyes
That those eyes could see so clear
That the days that lay ahead for us
Were so alive and full of no fear

And we've grasped these years within our hearts
And our smiles to each other will prove
That you know me and I know you
Together,if love you remove

For love is roses between the teeth
Or champagne with a toast
But me and you dae neither
Its LURVE we have the most

[Sporran]

Is true love really all wine and roses
Or shared affection in daily doses?
Is it lust and infatuation
Or fondness in continuation?

Whatever it is, I can only say this
A partnership isn't always true bliss
It takes two to tango, and not step on toes
Life's full of joys and often some woes.

What really matters, is to have the same goals
A meeting of minds, perhaps of two souls
A shared sense of humour is really a must
That's not to say I have it all sussed!

[Anne x]

To have Marriage sussed is itself a goal
The bed of Roses has big thorns
to stab the heart when it can

But if we get the right Prescription
A marriage is a bed of riches
washing all the dirty socks
cooking meals from Dawn til dusk

To reap rewards from each other
we have to listen to one another
maybe that is why he said
nothing on the telly love
so I will say goodnight
I am off to Bed !!!

[trinkie]

Believe me if all those Endearing Young Charms.
By Thomas Moore.

Believe me if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
Like fairy gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul may be known
To which time will but make thee more dear.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose !

[Sporran]

Oh lassies in love, today you can be bold
Propose to your lad, before you get too old
Make up his mind before it's too late
Today's the day to suggest a wedding date!

Now lads if you'll listen, you'll know what's good for you
When your lassie proposes, say "yes", whatever you do
She'll smother you in kisses, reward you with a smile
And before you know it, you'll be going up the aisle!