Love Poetry Quotes

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

I have a dark soul, that doesn't mean I don't love the sun, rainbows and things that emphasize the light.

Life without love is like a bird without feathers. Life without love is like a butterfly without wings it's the saddest of things."In this life I can live without many things love is not on that list

Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?

be my sonata, my cantata, my lovesing me something sweetbut not too sweet(or i may grow deaf to our harmonyas we decrescendo into silence)

I don't want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.

I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.

My family is like America

If it doesn't sound insane, I would only talk about you and the only word which would come out of my mouth, will be your name.

Winning is a matter of endurance. As long as you don't quit, you will win!

That is what love does, it upstages fear.

At times, love is silent because of too much hurt or too much care. At all times, love is the strongest voice you can always rely on.

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality, all that remains are the imprints of experience.

Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason.

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

slow it isa slow businessto grow a few wordsto say love

You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...

Love is who you are.

Pages burnt, memories buried, I wakeor think I'm awake. Or dreaming still?

Had I known, I would not have left you, alone beneath those stars, on the night when I last saw you, not knowing it was the last.

There are pieces of you that will always be with me.

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

I can’t shake you.

It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.

So much of love is imagination -- its over-activity, its over-ambition, its over-the-top faith.

he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless

every dream I have about kissing you ends with blood on my hands.

I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice, but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...

I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet.I belong in the land of enchanting things.But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

if you eat menand still feel like you’re starving, you’re craving something that they cannot give.

False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu! Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Your oddity is your hottest commodity but you scratch yourself like it's the lottery to reject yourself mentally, spiritually & bodily.

We each bring our own unique beauty to the world, and how blessed we are to have the freedom to find that beauty in each other.

Knowing me better than I think anyone shouldExcept, perhapsNo, probablyNo, definitelyDefinitely except you

The one who can draw your widest smileis also the one who can throw youto the farthest exile

You don't have to be an angel.All you need is someone who can always see your best angle.

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

#Ola MusingsHer brow's penciled bowEyes tinged with kohl wowA mere passing shadow of hersCauses dust dry bloom wow!By nCr

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ❤ ❤

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.