Love poems

W. B. Yeats

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.'
  ~ Boris Pasternak
• 'It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.'
  ~ Muriel Spark
• 'I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more.
  I could be martyr'd for my religion. Love is my religion.
  And I could die for that. I could die for you.'
  ~ John Keats