Friendship is a wonderful relation that is respected and adored by people all over the earth. Friendship knows no boundaries, no discrimination, no difference, no age limit. If you find a true friend then you would be the most luckiest person on this earth. Remember friendship is the basis of all relationship.
Best friends are the person to whom you can share your happiness and sorrow. Best friends are someone who always stands with you in your worst times also. What happens when you fall in love with your best friend? It is quite common to fall in love in love with your best friend. But if you are not sure how to convey your feelings to him or her take the help of best friends fall in love poems. These love poems wonderfully expresses the feelings and conveys also. So, pick the unique best friends fall love poems and pour your heart to your best friends.
Top three best friends fall love poems
Friendship by Hartley Coleridge
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
...Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward will:
...One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
...That, wisely doting, ask'd not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
...That man is more than half of nature's treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
...Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
...And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.
Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds by William Shakespeare
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:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
To Cupid by Joanna Baillie
Child, with many a childish wile,
Timid look, and blushing smile,
Downy wings to steal the way,
Guilded bow, and quiver gay,
Who in thy simple mien would trace
The tyrant of the human race?
Who is he whose flinty heart
Hath not felt the flying dart?
Who is he that from the wound
Hath not pain and pleasure found?
Who is he that hath not shed
Curse and blessing on thy head?
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