204 Quotes About Love-poems

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

I wanted to write some words you'd remember.Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.

Love leaves you empty and full at onceIt leaves you burning and at peaceIt leaves you satisfied and wanting moreIt gives you light in darknessan ember that never coolsa song of silencea dream with eyes wide openIt flees when it is soughtIt finds you when you aren’t lookingIt is magic and it is real

The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,It can mean only one thing that I am with you.You are enigmatic yet so beautiful that I have lost my sense, You are as immaculate as the unadulterated morning dew And your beauty leaves me in a mystified trance.I do not foresee what you and I will beBut I promise to be with you till the rocks keep meeting the sea.

Moonlight washing up against our fragile bodies Stars collapsing from eager expectation as I touch taste tremblebetween passionate mouthfuls of your truth.A thousand misplaced kisses and yet only one of you.

What a terrifyingly beautiful thought that you are the beginning of forever. I love you, and life for me has just begun.

Only the desireless cansee the world objectively,detached from emotion,outcome and need.But what is the meaning of the truthif there is no love in between?

May the cracks in my heart bethe place where I shall plant my tearswhich would rise in blossoms.If they hit me with stones,I’m going to throw at them flowers.As a sign of celebration.The victory of reason over ego.I’ve risen above it all,on the ashes of my old soulthat, as Phoenix, found its wayto light up the Universe.

I have given it much thought. There seems to be only one explanation for why we are here. Why our souls choose to incarnate as mortals only to suffer for a hundred years over and over again. I now understand we were once angels who chose to manifest as humans in order to experience the imperfect and tempestuous human love. So you see, if angels couldn’t refuse love then who am I to refuse you? And so I yield. I surrender to this. Our eternal dance.