204 Quotes About Love-poems

You do not insist that I love you but how can I help it when I hear your unbridled laughter? How can I deny it when I see your constellating freckles? You do not insist that I love you but how can I help it when your scent shadows me at night? How can I deny it when your beauty attacks me in the light? You do not insist that I love you, but I insist that I do.

Daunted by thedepth of the shallowness of your heart,I chose the wings of freedomto lead me to belief and faith,to the deserted island of my sentiments,of memories that wanted tofeed on the wrecks of the sunken ships…

You knew rainy days were to follow,that our spring had come to an ending.You started, mercifully,surrendering to my love with deception,that elevated me in a dearer waythan the true love of a wrong man ever could.

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

That night I said, “I love you”There was no Plan B,Only us and forever

How hard it was for me to find you the perfect gift. I had looked everywhere and considered every idea until I had an epiphany and felt as wise as the magi. For my gift would be simple. For my gift would be honest. How hard it was for me to wrap myself neatly and feign sobriety. Yet, how easy it was for you to pull the ribbon and uncover me. Exposing my fears. Exposing my desires. How hard it was for me to gift myself to you. Yet, how easy it was for you to make me undone.

The clothes of time are wet because he foolishly stopped to witness your beauty in the rain.

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.

I do not write about love as if I have invented it. I write about love because thoughts of you inspire self-forgetfulness. And because writing about you gives birth to a star. These stars sit inside me where there was once darkness.