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
.
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 like war,
Easy to begin but hard to end.'
~ Anonymous - 'Other men said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.'
~ G. Moore - 'To live is like to love -
all reason is against it,
and all healthy instinct for it.'
~ Samuel Butler, Life and love