Love poems

Music, When Soft Voices Die

by Percy Bysshe Shelleyk

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken

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Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.'
  ~ Peter Ustinov
• 'Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.'
  ~ Carl Jung
• 'What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.'
  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson