Love Poem Quotes
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“鬲氐賵賻賾乇 兀賳賳賷 兀購丨亘賾購賰 - 賵丕賱賱賴 兀購丨亘賾購賰 -
亘賴匕丕 丕賱卮賰賱 丕賱毓賮賵賷
賵兀賳丕 兀卮賯賾購 亘乇鬲賯丕賱丞賸 賳氐賮賻賷賳賽... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀毓亘乇 丕賱卮丕乇毓 賳丨賵 丕賱乇氐賷賮 丕賱賲賯丕亘賱... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀囟毓 胤賱丕亍 兀馗丕賮乇賷 丕賱兀丨賲乇 丕賱亘乇賾丕賯... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀購賲乇賾賽乇 賷丿賷 賮賵賯 乇丐賵爻 丕賱兀胤賮丕賱... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀賯賮 兀賲丕賲 丕賱亘丨乇 丕賱賴丕卅賱 丕賱夭賾購乇賯丞... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀禺鬲丕乇 兀孬丕孬 丕賱亘賷鬲... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀購睾賱賾賽賮 賴丿丕賷丕 丕賱毓賷丿... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀爻鬲賷賯馗 氐亘丕丨丕賸... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
廿賷賷賷賷賴 賷丕 氐丿賷賯賷貨
丕賱亘賳鬲 丕賱賲購鬲賵噩賾賽爻丞 禺賷賮丞賸 賲賳 夭賲賳 爻賷亍貨
鬲購丨亘賾購賰賻 丕賱丌賳 .”
― 丕賱賳氐賮 丕賱賲囟賷亍 賲賳 丕賱亘丕亘 丕賱賲賵丕乇亘
亘賴匕丕 丕賱卮賰賱 丕賱毓賮賵賷
賵兀賳丕 兀卮賯賾購 亘乇鬲賯丕賱丞賸 賳氐賮賻賷賳賽... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀毓亘乇 丕賱卮丕乇毓 賳丨賵 丕賱乇氐賷賮 丕賱賲賯丕亘賱... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀囟毓 胤賱丕亍 兀馗丕賮乇賷 丕賱兀丨賲乇 丕賱亘乇賾丕賯... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀購賲乇賾賽乇 賷丿賷 賮賵賯 乇丐賵爻 丕賱兀胤賮丕賱... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀賯賮 兀賲丕賲 丕賱亘丨乇 丕賱賴丕卅賱 丕賱夭賾購乇賯丞... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀禺鬲丕乇 兀孬丕孬 丕賱亘賷鬲... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀購睾賱賾賽賮 賴丿丕賷丕 丕賱毓賷丿... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
賵兀賳丕 兀爻鬲賷賯馗 氐亘丕丨丕賸... 兀鬲匕賰賾乇賰
廿賷賷賷賷賴 賷丕 氐丿賷賯賷貨
丕賱亘賳鬲 丕賱賲購鬲賵噩賾賽爻丞 禺賷賮丞賸 賲賳 夭賲賳 爻賷亍貨
鬲購丨亘賾購賰賻 丕賱丌賳 .”
― 丕賱賳氐賮 丕賱賲囟賷亍 賲賳 丕賱亘丕亘 丕賱賲賵丕乇亘
“THE WEATHER OF LOVE
Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable
Conditions.”
― Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable
Conditions.”
― Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“To see her is a picture鈥�
To hear her is a tune鈥�
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June鈥�
To know her not鈥擜ffliction鈥�
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
To hear her is a tune鈥�
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June鈥�
To know her not鈥擜ffliction鈥�
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“When did you first fall in love?"
"I think, I first fell in love
when I was in fifth grade
with this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight
and made rainbows on my desk with it.”
― Stardust and Sheets
"I think, I first fell in love
when I was in fifth grade
with this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight
and made rainbows on my desk with it.”
― Stardust and Sheets

“I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.”
― Howl and Other Poems
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.”
― Howl and Other Poems

“For me,
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
sweetening.
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
smiling.
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Only
me.”
―
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
sweetening.
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
smiling.
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Only
me.”
―

“MOM
Wholeheartedly,
She loved me-
And inspired me-
With transcending devotion.
It was a blessing-
To have been her son,
To have been loved-
Without conditions.
Her words of wisdom-
Opened my eyes-
To the world-
And to myself.
By seeing the best in me,
She empowered me.
By believing in me,
She transformed me.
She grew old-
And floated away,
But her love remains standing-
Eternally by my side.”
― Uninhibited From Lust To Love
Wholeheartedly,
She loved me-
And inspired me-
With transcending devotion.
It was a blessing-
To have been her son,
To have been loved-
Without conditions.
Her words of wisdom-
Opened my eyes-
To the world-
And to myself.
By seeing the best in me,
She empowered me.
By believing in me,
She transformed me.
She grew old-
And floated away,
But her love remains standing-
Eternally by my side.”
― Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“Magic existed in his eyes, his energy as he lived his daily life. I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest, but if by chance this happened; it wouldn't last the test.
because there's much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet.
His arms will hold my fears, but he won't carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope.
When we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest,
I will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire.”
―
because there's much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet.
His arms will hold my fears, but he won't carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope.
When we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest,
I will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire.”
―

“Here's another poem,
like all others before and after,
dedicated to you.
There isn't anything left to be said
but I will spend my life
trying to put you into words.
You who is every goodness,
every optimism
and hope.
Your love is a better fate for me
than anything I could wish for.
If you are a part of me,
then you鈥檙e the best part.
And if you're separate from me,
then you are my destination.
But I鈥檝e become a weary traveller,
so please,
let us never be apart.”
―
like all others before and after,
dedicated to you.
There isn't anything left to be said
but I will spend my life
trying to put you into words.
You who is every goodness,
every optimism
and hope.
Your love is a better fate for me
than anything I could wish for.
If you are a part of me,
then you鈥檙e the best part.
And if you're separate from me,
then you are my destination.
But I鈥檝e become a weary traveller,
so please,
let us never be apart.”
―

“賱賷鬲賳賷 賵乇丿丞 鬲睾乇爻賳賷 賮賷 丨賵囟賽 鬲購乇亘鬲賰
賯購乇亘賻 賳丕賮匕鬲賰賻 丕賱卮乇賯賷賾丞
鬲賯胤賮賳賷 兀賷賾賴丕 丕賱賵賱丿 丕賱兀爻賲乇 毓賱賶 賲胤賱毓賽 兀賷賱賵賱貨
賱丕 鬲鬲乇賰賳賷 兀亘丿丕賸 兀賲賵鬲 賵丨賷丿丞 賰賲丕 丕賱丌賳.”
― 丕賱賳氐賮 丕賱賲囟賷亍 賲賳 丕賱亘丕亘 丕賱賲賵丕乇亘
賯購乇亘賻 賳丕賮匕鬲賰賻 丕賱卮乇賯賷賾丞
鬲賯胤賮賳賷 兀賷賾賴丕 丕賱賵賱丿 丕賱兀爻賲乇 毓賱賶 賲胤賱毓賽 兀賷賱賵賱貨
賱丕 鬲鬲乇賰賳賷 兀亘丿丕賸 兀賲賵鬲 賵丨賷丿丞 賰賲丕 丕賱丌賳.”
― 丕賱賳氐賮 丕賱賲囟賷亍 賲賳 丕賱亘丕亘 丕賱賲賵丕乇亘

“I open my eyes.
I want to know:
what is in the abyss of a kiss?
Are stars born in these black caves
that house bated breaths and unspoken words?
Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks
to greet one another by ivory gates?
What happens when we kiss?
Where do you go?
Don鈥檛 tell me.
For I have lost my desire to know.
Kiss me
so that I forget myself.
I close my eyes
and fall in the abyss.”
―
I want to know:
what is in the abyss of a kiss?
Are stars born in these black caves
that house bated breaths and unspoken words?
Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks
to greet one another by ivory gates?
What happens when we kiss?
Where do you go?
Don鈥檛 tell me.
For I have lost my desire to know.
Kiss me
so that I forget myself.
I close my eyes
and fall in the abyss.”
―

“Think the tree that bears nutrition:
though the fruits are picked,
the plant maintains fruition.
So give all the love you have.
Do not hold any in reserve.
What is given is not lost; it shall return.”
―
though the fruits are picked,
the plant maintains fruition.
So give all the love you have.
Do not hold any in reserve.
What is given is not lost; it shall return.”
―

“My love has eyes blue as the sky.
Her warm, bright smile makes me want to try
To give her the world,
And when she's curled
Up in my arms where I can feel her touch,
I realize again that I love her so much.
My world has turned from black to white.
Kissing in starlight, basking in sunlight, dancing at midnight.'
~John's poem for Belle”
― Dancing at Midnight
Her warm, bright smile makes me want to try
To give her the world,
And when she's curled
Up in my arms where I can feel her touch,
I realize again that I love her so much.
My world has turned from black to white.
Kissing in starlight, basking in sunlight, dancing at midnight.'
~John's poem for Belle”
― Dancing at Midnight
“Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice 鈥� I shall always feel thirsty.”
― Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
― Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“To My Wife
You are like a young
white hen.
Her feathers ruffle
in the wind, her neck curves
down to drink, and
she rummages in the earth:
but, in walking, she has
your slow, queenly step,
haughty and proud.
She is better than the male.
She is like the females
of all the serene animals
who draw near to God.
Here, if my eye, if my judgment
doesn鈥檛 deceive me, among these,
you find your equals,
and in no other woman.
When evening lulls
the little hens to sleep,
they make sounds that call
to mind those mild, sweet
voices with which you argue
with your pains, and don鈥檛 know
that your voice has the soft, sad
music of the henyard.
You are like a pregnant
heifer,
still free, and without
heaviness, merry, in fact;
who, if someone strokes her, turns
her neck, where a tender
pink tinges her flesh.
If you meet up with her, and hear
her bellow, so mournful
is this sound that you tear
at the earth to give her
a present. In the same way,
I offer my gift to you
when you are sad.
You are like a tall, thin
female dog, that always
has so much sweetness
in her eyes and ferociousness
in her heart.
At your feet, she seems
a saint who burns
with an indomitable fervor
and in this way looks at you
as her God and Lord.
When you are at home, or going
down the street, to anyone who tries,
uninvited, to approach you,
she uncovers her shining
white teeth. And her love
suffers from jealousy.
You are like the fearful
rabbit. Within her narrow
cage, she stands upright
to look at you, and extends
her long, still ear; she deprives
herself of the husks and
roots that you bring her,
and cowers, seeking
the darkest corners.
Who might take away
this food? Who might
take away the fur which
she tears from her back
to add to the nest where
she will give birth?
Who would ever make
you suffer?
You are like the swallow
which returns in the spring.
But each autumn will depart鈥�
you don鈥檛 have this art.
You have this of the swallow:
the light movements;
that which, to me, seemed
and was old, you proclaim
another spring.
You are like the provident
ant. She whom the grandmother
speaks of to the child as they
go out in the countryside.
And thus I find you
in the bumble bee
and in all the females
of all the serene animals
who draw near to God.
And in no other woman.”
―
You are like a young
white hen.
Her feathers ruffle
in the wind, her neck curves
down to drink, and
she rummages in the earth:
but, in walking, she has
your slow, queenly step,
haughty and proud.
She is better than the male.
She is like the females
of all the serene animals
who draw near to God.
Here, if my eye, if my judgment
doesn鈥檛 deceive me, among these,
you find your equals,
and in no other woman.
When evening lulls
the little hens to sleep,
they make sounds that call
to mind those mild, sweet
voices with which you argue
with your pains, and don鈥檛 know
that your voice has the soft, sad
music of the henyard.
You are like a pregnant
heifer,
still free, and without
heaviness, merry, in fact;
who, if someone strokes her, turns
her neck, where a tender
pink tinges her flesh.
If you meet up with her, and hear
her bellow, so mournful
is this sound that you tear
at the earth to give her
a present. In the same way,
I offer my gift to you
when you are sad.
You are like a tall, thin
female dog, that always
has so much sweetness
in her eyes and ferociousness
in her heart.
At your feet, she seems
a saint who burns
with an indomitable fervor
and in this way looks at you
as her God and Lord.
When you are at home, or going
down the street, to anyone who tries,
uninvited, to approach you,
she uncovers her shining
white teeth. And her love
suffers from jealousy.
You are like the fearful
rabbit. Within her narrow
cage, she stands upright
to look at you, and extends
her long, still ear; she deprives
herself of the husks and
roots that you bring her,
and cowers, seeking
the darkest corners.
Who might take away
this food? Who might
take away the fur which
she tears from her back
to add to the nest where
she will give birth?
Who would ever make
you suffer?
You are like the swallow
which returns in the spring.
But each autumn will depart鈥�
you don鈥檛 have this art.
You have this of the swallow:
the light movements;
that which, to me, seemed
and was old, you proclaim
another spring.
You are like the provident
ant. She whom the grandmother
speaks of to the child as they
go out in the countryside.
And thus I find you
in the bumble bee
and in all the females
of all the serene animals
who draw near to God.
And in no other woman.”
―

“Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour
or two.
This is your fairy.
It ain鈥檛 perfect and it ain鈥檛 honey sweet with roses on the bed.
It鈥檚 real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love.
Don鈥檛 throw it away searching for someone else鈥檚 love. Don鈥檛 be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go.
Be someone鈥檚 someone for someone.
Be that someone for him.”
―
or two.
This is your fairy.
It ain鈥檛 perfect and it ain鈥檛 honey sweet with roses on the bed.
It鈥檚 real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love.
Don鈥檛 throw it away searching for someone else鈥檚 love. Don鈥檛 be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go.
Be someone鈥檚 someone for someone.
Be that someone for him.”
―

“I loved being near you. Even though I felt that bubble you had around you, even though I never quite knew what you were thinking, damn, did I love being near you. Somehow, I knew you would rip me apart and drown me. Somehow, I knew we wouldn鈥檛 last. It didn鈥檛 matter. You were my sun. I loved feeling you upon me, around me, between me. Even though you could only love me from a distance, I didn鈥檛 care. I never felt more warmth inside of me than when you were against me.”
―
―
“Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand....”
― Enigmatic Evolution
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand....”
― Enigmatic Evolution

“Beneath her curls, I forget the world,
With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold.
Love is as much in her heart as in mine,
But she doesn鈥檛 say it, her punishment so divine.”
―
With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold.
Love is as much in her heart as in mine,
But she doesn鈥檛 say it, her punishment so divine.”
―
“You fell because you were looking to fall,
You fell because you鈥檙e kind.
Your humans called you Daydreamer girl,
but you fell because you were mine.”
―
You fell because you鈥檙e kind.
Your humans called you Daydreamer girl,
but you fell because you were mine.”
―

“Let me tell you what is love,
What is it to be enamored in caring!
Reputation, remuneration, turn distant memory,
That is the first sign of love's awakening.”
― Amor Apocalypse: Can谋m Sana 陌htiyac谋m
What is it to be enamored in caring!
Reputation, remuneration, turn distant memory,
That is the first sign of love's awakening.”
― Amor Apocalypse: Can谋m Sana 陌htiyac谋m
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