Love Poetry Quotes

I long fora little life, an everyday life, a splash of sunlightthrough a windowa smile from a stranger -a heart to hold in mine.

I only ever wanted to feel more human.

The atmospheric intensity of two electric lovers is the most righteous place I need to rediscover.

Perhaps it was the way he'd look at me and smile, Perhaps it was the sound of his voice after being utterly defeated, Perhaps it was the warmth of his touch, Perhaps I've always been in love with you

Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...

I cannot forgive you. That day, if you had not refused, I would have given you a present. I would have carved my love in stone.

Furthermore, he had beautiful eyes.

you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you

You are the language so universalyou are forgottenBe my linguistTurn meinto your words.

I love you every day -for the code and the blushand the shrug of it. Make your mind up in me, and I will do the same.

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...

Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.

I keep thinkingThat poetry is something else:A form of love that exists only in silence, In a secret place between two people, Almost always between two strangers

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

I am in love with the serendipitous poetry with which this universe expresses itself.

As her lips changed the geometry, Her smile turned to poetry.

The fear of love can be replaced by the love of fear

Don’t take away my dignity While patching up my broken dreams

(...) like he left a piece of himself with youand you are terrifiedhe is coming back for it.Or he left a piece of himself with you and you are terrified he is not coming back for it.

Maybe the entire world is in love with you and I'm the only one brave enough to admit it.

There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh...

It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.

I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.

You'll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

I have to remember it is not love that has hurt me

Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.

Cliche is Truth's most loyal friend...

You were the devil. Dressed in everything. I wanted.

Do not forget about the thorns on the roseswhen you say that love is like a red red rose.

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

A town loved with bitter love.

I love poetry, but I often wonder how poetry feels about me.

Springtimeand I wish I knew you

I am going to hurt you.You are going to hurt me.But we will do it with practiced fingersand passionate mouthsand I swear to godit will be worth something.

We will spend the rest of the day inventing a kind of love that no longer exists in the world, a kind of love no army can pillage at the outposts, no rumor could bring to its knees like a traitor.

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Winning a love is just an outcome, keeping a love is a true accomplishment.

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

I know you . . .That you hold insideVast possibilities and dreamsAnd limitless love.

Once taken by her, you glowedAnd you drank her poisons, content. Because all the stars seemed to grow, And fields had a different scent, Autumn fields.

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the loverswho fail to discover a fresh blossomin every future kiss.