What is love? Well we at Coulson Macleod HQ think we have it figured out. Well Coulson did write this for Macleod. So it’s writ­ten from the heart.

This ‘What Is Love?’ typo­graphic print is on 100% recycled, off-white, uncoated, heavy­weight paper.

And as the paper is 100% recycled it’s slightly tex­tured, with flecks of recycled mater­ial. Which we like very much.

Avail­able pro­fes­sion­ally framed (see the bot­tom pho­to­graph) or unframed if you’d prefer to find your own. The print is a stand­ard size (50cm x 50cm) so will fit many off-the-shelf frames like the simple Nyt­tja from Ikea.

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‘Aubade’ (16^th cen­tury — Anon)

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise,

The light that shines comes from thine eyes;

The day breaks not, it is my heart,

Because that you and I must part.

Stay, or else my joys will die,

And per­ish in their infancy.

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‘Alic­ante’ by Jacques Prévert

An orange on the table

Your dress on the rug

And you in my bed

Sweet present of the present

Cool of night

Warmth of my life.

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‘Winter Love’ by Eliza­beth Jennings

Let us have winter lov­ing that the heart

May be in peace and ready to partake

Of the slow pleas­ure spring would wish to hurry

Or that in sum­mer harshly would awake,

And let us fall apart, O gladly weary,

The white skin shaken like a white snowflake.

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‘New Year’s Eve’ by D.H. Lawrence

There are only two things now,

The great black night scooped out

And this fireglow.

This fire­glow, the core,

And we the two ripe pips

That are held in store.

Listen, the dark­ness rings

As it cir­cu­lates round our fire.

Take off your things.

Your shoulders, your bruised throat!

Your breasts, your nakedness!

This fiery coat!

As the dark­ness flick­ers and dips,

As the fire­light falls and leaps

From your feet to your lips!

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‘Meet­ing At Night’ by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yel­low half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ring­lets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with push­ing prow,

And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beat­ing each to each!

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‘A Ded­ic­a­tion To My Wife’ by T.S. Eliot

To whom I owe the leap­ing delight

That quick­ens my senses in our wakingtime

And the rhythm that gov­erns the repose of our sleepingtime,

The breath­ing in unison

Of lov­ers whose bod­ies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

No peev­ish winter wind shall chill

No sul­len tropic sun shall wither

The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only

But this ded­ic­a­tion is for oth­ers to read:

These are private words addressed to you in public.

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‘She Walks In Beauty’ by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloud­less climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mel­lowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameles grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly light­ens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwell­ing place.

And on that cheek and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in good­ness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

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‘A Drink­ing Song’ by W.B. Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth

I look at you, and I sigh.

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‘First Love’ by John Clare

I né’er was struck before that hour,

With love so sud­den and so sweet,

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale as deadly pale,

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked, what could I ail?

My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face

And took my eye­sight quite away,

The trees and bushes round the place

Seemed mid­night at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,

Words from my eyes did start -

They spoke as chords do from the string,

And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter’s choice?

Is love’s bed always snow?

She seemed to hear my silent voice,

Not love’s appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling-place

And can return no more.

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