Quotes

Love Poem: A Patchwork Quilt Made up of memories of youBound together with loveSewn with your selfless givingThreads made of graceLined with thoughts of you. Squares made of days gone byDays we spent togetherEach with a new designOf the things that we shared. Blanket stitches of our heartsMingle the squares in rowsNothing can tear it

Love Poem: A Book of Verse A book of verse, underneath the bough,A jug of wine, a loaf of bread – and thouBeside me singing in the wilderness –Ah, wilderness were paradise now!– Omar Khayyam

Love Poem: A Dream Within a Dream Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet, if Hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it, therefore, the less gone?All that

Love Poem: A lifetime without Love is of no accountLove is the Water of LifeDrink it down with heart and soul! – Jalaluddin Rumi

Love Poem: A moment of happiness,you and I sitting on the verandah,apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.We feel the flowing water of life here,you and I, with the garden’s beautyand the birds singing.The stars will be watching us,and we will show themwhat it is to be a thin crescent moon.You and I

Love Poem: Love And in Life’s noisiest hour,There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,The heart’s Self-solace and soliloquy.You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;And to the leading Love-throb in the HeartThro’ all my Being, thro’ my pulse’s beat ;You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,Like the fair light of Dawn,

Love Poem: To Robert Browning: And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me – my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything….– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love Poem: Annabelle Lee It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,In this

Love Poem: At Last At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life’s early hours is past,Your loving fingers seek for mine And hold them close—at last—at last!Not oft the robin comes to build Its nest upon the leafless boughBy autumn robbed, by winter chilled,— But you, dear heart, you love me now. Though