Best-love-poems . Quotes

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

For those who love… time is eternity.

Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Things must be felt with the heart.

Every fair from fair sometime declines

Romantic Art: The Hearts Awakening – Bouguereau At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need, by sun and candle light…I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

The first duty of love is to listen.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date . . .

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.