Poetry about love

"The combination of these two facts — the longing in the depth of the heart for absolute good, and the power, though only latent, of directing attention and love to a reality beyond the world and of receiving good from it — constitutes a link which attaches every man without exception to that other reality. Whoever recognizes that reality recognizes also that link. Because of it, he holds every human being without any exception as something sacred to which he is bound to show respect. This is the only possible motive for universal respect towards all human beings. Whatever formulation of belief or disbelief a man may choose to make, if his heart inclines him to feel this respect, then he in fact also recognizes a reality other than this world's reality. Whoever in fact does not feel this respect is alien to that other reality also."

"Life is ever lord of Death And Love can never lose its own."

"Be not dishearten'd, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet, Those who love each other shall become invincible..."

"Blow again trumpeter! and for thy theme, Take now the enclosing theme of all, the solvent and the setting, Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang, The heart of man and woman all for love, No other theme but love — knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love."

"Love, that is all the earth to lovers — love, that mocks time and space, Love, that is day and night — love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, No other words but words of love, no other thought but love."

"Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over..."

"There is no language that love does not speak."

"I find a rapture linked with each despair, Well worth the price of anguish. I detect More good than evil in humanity. Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, And men grow better as the world grows old."

"Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain of endless life."

"Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth, There thou shalt find the lamp of love-light burning."

"All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand."

"Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold."

"Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season Let your love fly like a bird on a wing And let your love bind you to all livin' things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason."

"Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking. Loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making."

"True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved."

"If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart."

"A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love."

"Love is in the air Everywhere I look around Love is in the air Every sight and every sound And I don't know if I'm being foolish Don't know if I'm being wise But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when I look in your eyes."

"Love is in the air In the whisper of the trees Love is in the air In the thunder of the sea And I don't know if I'm just dreaming Don't know if I feel sane But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when you call out my name."

"Che amar chi t'odia, ell'è impossibil cosa."

": For 'tis impossible Hate to return with love."

"Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day."

"Ma vie a son secret, mon âme a son mystére: Un amour éternel en un moment concu. La mal est sans remède, aussi j'ai dû le taire, Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su."

": One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall; A mighty love within my breast has grown, Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known; And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all."

"How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the trembling main And threading the eye of a yellow star:— So many times do I love again."

"Mein Herz ich will dich fragen, Was ist denn Liebe, sag? "Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke, Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag.""

"To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole."

"Love in a shower safe shelter took, In a rosy bower beside a brook, And winked and nodded with conscious pride To his votaries drenched on the other side. Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below, The toll-keeper, Hymen, will let you through. Come over the stream to me."

"Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you.""

"In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky."

"For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee."

"Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!"

"Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll— Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence, with thy soul."

"Unless you can feel when the song is done No other is sweet in its rhythm; Unless you can feel when left by one That all men else go with him."

"I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness."

"Never the time and the place And the loved one all together."

"God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her."

"Love has no thought of self! Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold The loathsome prostitution of a hand Without a heart! Love sacrifices all things To bless the thing it loves!"

"Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine, Thou wilt not laugh at poets."

"No matter what you do, if your heart is ever true, And his heart was true to Poll."

"To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!"

"“Love,” Asa said, “is like a pigeon shitting over a crowd.” “How so?” “Where it lands hasn’t got much to do with who deserves it.”"

"The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary."

"Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune."

"What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning."

"When things were as fine as could possibly be I thought 'twas the spring; but alas it was she."

"I'll bid the hyacinth to blow, I'll teach my grotto green to be; And sing my true love, all below The holly bower and myrtle tree."

"My love lies bleeding."

"He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As Old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away."

"Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love, that run away."