Love Poems Quotes

“your hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.”
― Sanober Khan

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Collected Poems

“In this story
I am the poet
You're the poetry.”
― Arzum Uzun

“Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“she was completely whole
and yet never fully complete”
― Maquita Donyel Irvin, Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles

“I will speak of love
until you go mad
and join me
in my mad worship
of love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I was so blessed.
The first person
I gave my heart to
was an angel
who plucked the feathers
off his wings
and built a nest for it.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“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.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“My love,
you are driving the entire world mad.
The nightingales are committing suicide
one by one out of jealousy of your voice.
The roses took one glance at your beauty
and folded themselves from shame.
The trees now only whisper your name
and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up.
Have pity on us, my love.
We have already broken all the mirrors and glass
out of fear that you will forget us
and fall in love with yourself
once you see what we all
cannot stop seeing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest,
Her heart is fit for home-
I- a Sparrow- build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.”
― Emily Dickinson, Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

“Only inside can you do something about it, but outside, it’s impossible.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.”
― John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

“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 be
But I promise to be with you till the rocks keep meeting the sea.”
― Faraaz Kazi

“روز اول، كه دل من به تمنای تو پر زد
چون كبوتر، لب بام تو نشستم
تو به من سنگ زدی، من نه رميدم، نه گسستم

باز گفتم كه : ” تو صيادی و من آهوی دشتم
تا به دام تو درافتم همه جا گشتم و گشتم
حذر از عشق ندانم، نتوانم

کوچه، پرواز با خورشید*”
― فریدون مشیری, پرواز با خورشید

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

“Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
These trees are yours because you once looked at them.
These streets are yours because you once traversed them.
These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you.
They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume.
You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you.
You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair.
The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak.
Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours.
He sits with us in darkness now
to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .”
― Pablo Neruda

“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.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“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.”
― C.L. Foster, Best Thing I Never Had

“I wake reaching for you,
fingers curling around nothing,
closing on air thick with absence.
You are not here, but my body does not believe it.
It still flinches at the shape of you,
at the memory of weight no longer there.
Somewhere beneath my skin,
you still exist.”
― Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

“Become a lover; if you don't, one day the affairs of the world
Will come to an end, and you'll never have had even
One glimpse of the purpose of the workings of space and time.

_Hafiz”
― Hossein Elahi Ghomshei PhD, Beauty, Love, and Wisdom in Persian Poetry: From Attar to Rumi, Shabistari and Hafiz

“Nizami, long before Newton, had posited that the entire scale of creation and nature was permeated by a reciprocally acting gravitational force that he named 'Love':

Attraction works on human temperament its lure
And that attraction sages predicate of love,
So when you ponder this in depth then you'll. perceive
That Eros holds the cosmos up: all stands through love,
And if once Eros lose its grip on Heaven's wheel
The great globe itself would forfeit its bloom and weal.”
― Hossein Elahi Ghomshei PhD, Beauty, Love, and Wisdom in Persian Poetry: From Attar to Rumi, Shabistari and Hafiz

“Meet me at midnight
in the forest of my dreams.
We’ll make a fire
and count the stars
that shimmer
above the trees.”
― Christy Ann Martine, She'll Find the Sky: A Collection of Poems

“I will love you
as long as the sun
burns in the sky,
as long as the moon
shines its light
into the dark night,
until the raging
blue oceans become
calm and run dry.
I will love you until
the end of time.”
― Christy Ann Martine, She'll Find the Sky: A Collection of Poems

“With the rhythm of your hips,
the cadence of your breaths,
and with each pulse
beating on your neck,
I will drive myself deeper
into your soul.”
― Onur Taşkıranşkıran

“Every time I break, I find more of me.
My pieces don't shatter, they sing.”
― Tatjana Ostojic

“even in paradise
i dream you are
coming love
to resurrect me
to save me from decay
and lead me home”
― bell hooks, When Angels Speak of Love

“This fragrance scattered through the evening air,
Doth bear a message wrought of love’s design;
The blossoms fallen from the branches fair,
To them, the gentle twilight doth assign.”
― Muhammad Ijaz Ul Haq

“Through all beautiful faces
You have revealed your beauty;
So, in the lover's eye
You may contemplate yourself.

Though a beloved,
You're decked out in a lover's garb;
And then your own display unto yoursel
You elicit from yourself!”
― Nūr ad-Dīn 'Abd ar-Rahmān Jāmī