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 doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.'
~ Ursula K Le Guin - '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 - 'Life without love is like a tree
Without blossom and fruit.'
~ Kahlil Gibran