The thunder roars But still we have each other! The naked lightnings in the heavens dither And disappear— what have we but each other?
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Quotes tagged ‘Love Poem’
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although…
Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot You call the shots I wanna be yours
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: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
I wanna be the thought that slips your mind the thought that makes you come to your senses.
i’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home i’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand i’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you i’m not afraid of your dark.
Honest, honestly she was an anthem I was a stadium full of patriots with their hands on their hearts Honestly my hand is still on my heart as the fire works announce the end of the game And the colours in the sky chase the birds inside.
You are the mirror of the night, the violent flash of lightning, the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter.
Nothing compares to your hands... My body is filled with you for days and days.
You are all the combinations of numbers of life.
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life.
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
I exist in two places, here and where you are.
you were like an ulcer on the inside of my cheek that my tongue could not stop touching. loving you was like watching a stranger clean a week old wound; i felt sick, but i wanted more.
Show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones. O mother, O minutehand, teach me how to hold a man the way thirst holds water. Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body like a season.
My heart caught in my throat / in the shape of your laugh.
English language, my ass. When you kiss me, my syntax hits the wall across the room and shatters in shards of words that scatter across the floor.