How about some Shakespeare?
Sonnet 116
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
'Tis the star to ev'ry wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool
Tho' rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass comes,
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.
Or the Winter song from Loves Labours Lost, which begins;
When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail.
Or Home thoughts from Abroad by Robert Browning
Or I remember, I remember the house where I was born by Thomas Hood
Or To Autumn by John Keats. (This one I confess, I have only committed the first two verses to memory).
NanKate as you may have guessed, I love poetry.