Quotes

Love Poem: The Way You Make Me Feel You make me feel special,You make me feel new,You make me feel loved,With everything you do. You hold me close when I am sad.You wipe the tears from my face.Every time we are together,It seems like the perfect place. My eyes light up when you enter a […]

Love Poem: The Freshness When it’s cold and raining,you are more beautiful. And the snow brings meeven closer to your lips. The inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now. I can’t explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly, and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty.–

Love Poem: The Indian Serenade I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep or night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me-who knows how? – To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering airs

Love Poem: The Lost Thrill I grow so weary, someway, of all thingsThat love and loving have vouchsafed to me,Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasyAm I possessed of: The caress that clings—The lips that mix with mine with murmuringsNo language may interpret, and the free,Unfettered brood of kisses, hungrilyFeasting in swarms on honeyed blossomingsOf

Love Poem: The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young,And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,These pretty pleasures might me moveTo live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to foldWhen rivers rage and rocks grow cold,And Philomel becometh dumb;The rest complains of cares to

Love Poem: Sweet Disorder A sweet disorder in the dressKindles in clothes a wantonness:A lawn about the shoulders thrownInto a fine distraction —An erring lace, which here and thereEnthrals the crimson stomacher —A cuff neglectful, and therebyRibbands to flow confusedly —A winning wave, deserving note,In the tempestuous petticoat —A careless shoe-string, in whose tieI see

Love Poem: Sweetheart, Please, please don’t be so depressed — We’ll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever — and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night — Maybe you won’t understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it’s hardest

Love Poem: The Clod and the Pebble Love seeketh not Itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care;But for another gives its ease,And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sang a little Clod of Clay,Trodden with the cattle’s feet;But a Pebble of the brook,Warbled out these metres meet. Love seeketh only Self to please,

Love Poem: The curve of your hipsIs stuck in my mindThe taste of your lipsSo sweet that I findMyself lost in the thoughtOf our next embraceI see now I’m caughtWithout even a chase– Shawn Self

Love Poem: There is a Lady Sweet and Kind There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never a face so pleased my mind;I did but see her passing by, And yet I’ll love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,Beguiles my heart, I know not