Thoughts of Love by Lord Byron
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Absence - that common cure of love.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to be.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.