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

• 'Work and love—these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.'
  ~ Theodor Reik
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.'
  ~ David Viscott