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Since it's Valentine's Day (oh, I only just noticed) here is the best poem ever about love. I wouldn't stick it on a card, mind.

The Clod and the Pebble.
William Blake

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."

So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."

NB: one small and relatively unimportant point, but it interests me – interesting capitalisation.