Love poems

James Whitcomb Riley

The Lost Thrill

I grow so weary, someway, of all things
That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,
Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasy
Am I possessed of: The caress that clings-
The lips that mix with mine with murmurings
No language may interpret, and the free,
Unfettered brood of kisses, hungrily
Feasting in swarms on honeyed blossomings
Of passion's fullest flower-For yet I miss
The essence that alone makes love divine-
The subtle flavoring no tang of this
Weak wine of melody may here define:-
A something found and lost in the first kiss
A lover ever poured through lips of mine.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.'
  ~ Theodor Reik
• 'A simple I love you means more than money ...'
  ~ Frank Sinatra
• 'Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.'
  ~ Boris Pasternak