In ancient times, love vows poems should be very emotional and imposing.

In fact, if it's not pure poetry, it's good to be partial to ancient style:

When I hold your sleeve and your hand, my life will be given to you. I will live and die.

Unless the loess bones, I will keep you worry-free for a hundred years.

Weak water has a soft spot of 3 thousand, flowers and blue sky live and die * * *

Water 3 thousand, wait until you show up

The full moon will be with you tomorrow.

Although the water is weak, I only take a ladle to drink.

You have bitterness in your heart, no one can complain, I am willing to listen. I'm distressed that others don't know it.

You don't need a reason to fall in love with you, but if you really need it, 10 thousand reasons are not enough!

No one makes me drunk for you like you, the horse chases for you, the sword swings for you, and my heart falls for you. People say I'm crazy

, although death without regret!

We swear by the moon that we will never let each other down. Let the world go round and never change its original intention.

All over the world, everything is like dust, but you are the pearl in my heart. Infiltrate my bones, melt my blood, don't give up!

Even if the world sings, it is not as good as you and me.

If I die, forget me, you bastard. If I can come back, I will give you an eternity.

From now on, you are happy for me, you are sad for me, do my best, please show your eyebrows.

There is nothing bitter in the world. You and I are going to die together.

There are only three things in the world that love. Day and night, your eternity.

Give you the tenderness of the whole city and love the displacement of my life.

I have shed blood and tears for you for a thousand years, and I will take the world away for you.

Use my life to be desolate and your life to be happy.

I think pure poetry is more sad, or euphemistic, and domineering is really hard to find:

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night.

I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!