Love Poetry Quotes

I am so brave with love and yet, so weak.

You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

The first time I saw your face, my lips said, "hello" and my heart said, "that's your wife.

I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters, but I always seem to lay us out bare.Sorry for the poems.

Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.

Starlight encased in flesh. Fire burning in so much water. Poetry living in hard spaces. oh, how the body loves

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

My love, can't you seehow much i love theeFor i through your eyesshall seeOur great lovefor all eternity

I think you should ignore Sara Teasdale (she’s a bit of a moper, to be honest.). Take Christina Rossetti’s advice and be fire.

Our fate liesin the handsof the things we loveand sometimesthe things we loveare the thingsthat lead usto the fatal destructionof ourselves.

She was the death of me, the beginning and the end.And I never understood her, for how could someoneSo beautiful be the causeof so much destructionafter all.

A dalliance with poetry before we dance.

What the theologian shrinks from, the poet grasps intuitively.

Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.

You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.

I swearwe'd lose ourhearts ifthey weren'twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.

...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...

Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...

I love, therefore I am.

Love is poetry plus biology.

Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

Prose lies its way to the truth

I'm happy to stick with my persona. There are themes of love lost and love regained, but the main themes of all poems are basically love and death, and that seems to be the message of poetry.

The olive branch has been consecrated to peace, palm branches to victory, the laurel to conquest and poetry, the myrtle to love and pleasure, the cypress to mourning, and the willow to despondency.