Quotes about love-poems

LoveHas a way of wiltingOr blossomingAt the strangest,Most unpredictable hour.This is how love is,An uncontrollable beastIn the form of a flower.

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

She was rare, few and far betweenShe suspected he would be as wellAnd the thought of two rare, few and far between individualsDoing all that was necessary for that rare, few and far between Meeting to occurDrove her to write

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?

I look into your eyes and I’m sure that some divine artist dipped her brush in the same soul and used it to paint us both.

Let's sleepyou on top of memy hands circling your waistyours holding my facemy legs entangled in yoursyours tenderly wrapped in minemy eyes staring longingly at yoursyours looking deeply into mineand we will keep searching for our footsteps in the sands of time...

She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her?I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

When I saw you, I discovered love!

Your tenderness has pervaded into the very pore of my being. Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the moon!

Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.

When you would be looking somewhere maybe standing near a window and looking outside, I will come slowly towards you. And first I will inhale your sublime fragrance that emanates from your soft and tender body. Then slowly inching towards you I would hug you from behind and take you in my arms.

And you look more beautiful when you blush.

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

Days may pass into months, months may pass into years, and years may pass into decades, but I will always keep waiting for you.

Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

I know not what it is about you that makes me go crazy but I do know that the radiance in your eyes is more dazzling than that in all the diamonds of this world!

I know not what it is about you that makes me go crazy but I do know that the fragrance of your skin is more sublime than that of all the perfumes of this world!

She blushed and I smiled when we saw the Magpie look at us while we kissed below the Acacia tree!

We had the longest kisses under the Acacia tree.

She cured me of my sadness.

She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul!

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!

...Morning takes youagain to the placeof no return...I don’t have the timeto tell you,how much I wantyou to be here…

I feel your body against mine, while our lips are intertwined.

By loving you, I learn everything because your soul contains the entire universe.

You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I’mtrying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I’m alreadyinside one?

Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,It can mean only one thing that I am with you.You are enigmatic yet so beautiful that I have lost my sense, You are as immaculate as the unadulterated morning dew And your beauty leaves me in a mystified trance.I do not foresee what you and I will beBut I promise to be with you till the rocks keep meeting the sea.

He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I’ve ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask. It is to love like God.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

I wanted to write some words you'd remember.Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough,I knewI was in love.

Love is wind for the soul

She The voices of your whisperThe images of your memoryThe Music of your LaughThe Portrait of your SmileAre dancing on my MindThe Love The Warmth of your BreathThe Sensation of your TouchThe Presence of your AbsenceAre my desireThe Knowledge of your MindThe Irony of your JokesThe Desire to reach your DreamA Fighter Are my QualificationBut that Girl is slip awayCease to exist Memories keep repeatingReminiscingDying

Cold summer nightThe night is silenceBut your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lackingThe night is coldLonging of your armsI need your heat And your goneThe dawn is immenentI'm dreaming of you My eyes are cryingI'm missing youThe gleam of sunriseTouching my faceThe heat on my skinLike the touch of your handThe sun is born again once moreNew expectation, new hopeExpecting you missing meHoping to see you

String of loveUniverse surrounds youThe Saints kneels to youMy freezing heart needs youBecause your the fire that keeps me warmThe scientist believe youEven without a peer-reviewThe existence of your existenceIs the evidence that the true-love is trueYou're the "Missing Link" of the Theory of EvolutionThat my Hate evolve to LoveThat you're the "Missing" piece of my lifeThat "Link" to me even in the Tree of LifeI can go faster than the speed of lightWhen you call my name and need some helpI'll be

Raindrops fall from clouds of gray.The fragile flowers grow.Teardrops seem all I can say.They speak of endless woe.Your fingers wipe my grief away.A seed of love you sow.A hardened heart reverts to clay.You mold my love just so.

I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.."[From Current Work In Progress]

Her breast is fit for pearls,But I was not a "Diver" - Her brow is fit for thronesBut I have not a crest,Her heart is fit for home-I- a Sparrow- build thereSweet of twigs and twineMy perennial nest.

When Love Was NewWhen love was newand life was young,and once we walkedin gracious sun,I never dreamt of darker days,or feared that fate had cruel ways.When life was strongand love was free,and time was onceeternity -we never planned for more or less,nor stopped to think we should digress.When love was youngand life was new,and everythingwas once our due,I never doubted what I owned,nor knew the cost was merely loaned.Now love is triedand life is old,and still my feetdrag down the road -not know

But, in the end, a kiss is just a kiss; I have no time for love, or seasoned lips.

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

I never wanted to be saved, just loved in ways that would make the Gods jealous.

No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little.Your lips are sweet,and your eyes are precious to me.No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little....

How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.

I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.

I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.

Autumn has come and reason has gone. Yesterday, I sold the sun for you and tonight the stars are running away from me. When you first spoke, you slowly annihilated my world. Your mouth was like the sea — in your kisses I sank. Your hands were like the ocean — in your caresses I sank. I ask for no salvation on this moonless night. I only ask for more Autumn.