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 energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.'
  ~ Thornton Wilder
• 'Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.'
  ~ Louise Hay
• 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
  Is to love and be loved in return.'
  ~ From 'Unforgettable with Love' Natalie Cole