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

• 'To live is like to love -
  all reason is against it,
  and all healthy instinct for it.'
  ~ Samuel Butler, Life and love
• 'Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.'
  ~ Peter Ustinov
• 'It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.'
  ~ Muriel Spark