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

• 'True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist,
  Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.'
  ~ Anonymous
• 'This is one of the miracles of love: It gives … a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.'
  ~ C S Lewis
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy