Love poems often let Cupid’s arrow hit the mark ... Through trials and storms, we stood strong, No force can break us, our love sings its song. I am the moon, he is my guiding star, Together ...

I only feel it, and I’m torn in two. Seamus Heaney’s love-poem to marriage, The Skunk, combines exile and erotica, moving from an American wilderness image reminiscent of Elizabeth Bishop ...