Love poems

Stephen Crane

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God-that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.'
  ~ Thornton Wilder
• 'Life without love is like a tree
  Without blossom and fruit.'
  ~ Kahlil Gibran
• 'Love cures people, the ones who receive love and the ones who give it, too.'
  ~ Karl A Menninger