100 Quotes About Love Poem

MOMWholeheartedly, She loved me- And inspired me- With transcending devotion. It was a blessing- To have been her son, To have been loved- Without conditions. Her words of wisdom- Opened my eyes- To the world- And to myself. By seeing the best in me, She empowered me. By believing in me, She transformed me. She grew old- And floated away, But her love remains standing- Eternally by my side. Giorge Leedy

Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimismand hope. Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But I’ve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart. . Kamand Kojouri

THE WEATHER OF LOVELoveHas a way of wilting Or blossoming At the strangest, Most unpredictable hour. This is how love is, An uncontrollable beast In the form of a flower. The sun does not always shine on it. Nor does the rain always pour on it Nor should it always get beaten by a storm. Love does not always emit the sweetest scents, And sometimes it can sting with its thorns. Water it. Give it plenty of sunlight. Nurture it, And the flower of love will Outlive you. Neglect it or keep dissecting it, And its petals will quickly curl up and die. This is how love is, Perfection is a delusional vision. So love the person who loves you Unconditionally, And abandon the one Who only loves you Under favorable Conditions. Suzy Kassem

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes – destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love. Kamand Kojouri

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room. Curtis Tyrone Jones

Magic existed in his eyes, his energy as he lived his daily life. I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest, but if by chance this happened; it wouldn't last the test. because there's much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet. His arms will hold my fears, but he won't carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope. When we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest, I will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire. Nikki Rowe

I did put on the record player, the love symphony of Beethoven wafted in the air. You and I made love, last February on that amazing Sunday afternoon. And the neighbor's dog barked madly every time our bed creaked from all the gyrations that you and I could outmaneuver in our frenzy of wanting each other's body and soul! Avijeet Das

I know not what it is about you that makes me go crazy but I do know that the radiance in your eyes is more dazzling than that in all the diamonds of this world! And that the inimitable fragrance of your skin is more sublime than that of all the perfumes of this world! Avijeet Das

Love by the sweat of thy brow. Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne’er substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band. Be strong! A founder of the feast! Protective knight who slays the beast! For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown. Love by the sweat of thy brow. . Richelle E. Goodrich

Let's sleepyou on top of memy hands circling your waistyours holding my facemy legs entangled in yoursyours tenderly wrapped in mineyour eyes looking deeply into minemine staring longingly at yoursand we will keep searching for our footsteps in the sands of time... Avijeet Das

Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. Charlotte Eriksson

I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat. It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror. It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed. It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams. It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us. I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans –I didn’t get any sleep either. I really don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at one anotherwhen it’s so easy for us to love. . Kamand Kojouri

You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity! Avijeet Das

DON'T SAY, DODo not say things You think I want to hear. Instead, Say what you sincerely mean, And really intend to do. Do not think you are helping me By occasionally Being here or there, If you really have no intention Of holding my hand All the way through. Do not say you care for me, If you do not care Whenever I'm clearly Down and blue. And do not want what's best For you, If you do not wish the best For me too. Do not calculate gifts or deeds Or your giving will never feel Genuinely true. Just say what you mean And mean what you say, And let's lay these down — As our love's Golden rules. . Suzy Kassem

I write our names on the page. What of it, if the paper will be burned? I write our names in the sand. What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves? I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted, but what of it? I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant. Kamand Kojouri

Knowing you, I became mindless. Having wasted previous wishes, I'm riddled with regrets Feeling you, I became hopeless. Adrift in chasms, I surrender to a caress. Loving you, I became love. My universe became love. Planets rotate on love's axes andapples fall to be near their beloveds. No longer a rationalist, I assert my existence with love. I love, therefore I exist, therefore I love. Kamand Kojouri

I have no use for these other loves. Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love. Thank them for their love. They are so kind. Perhaps store them in the fridge For others to take. They say love is a panacea. I know it is not. Flakes of snow, no two are alike. When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry, for the world no longer makes sense, I won't look in the pantry or fridge. It is your hand pressing on my shoulderthat makes me whole, makes me forget. What trouble? What world? . Kamand Kojouri

At the end of the day…we are anchoring into the peaceful lagoon, smiling at the majestic sun and its flirting rays, slowly slipping into the glittering ballroom of immense night skies, sipping on the platinum moon liquor under the blues of rippling waves kissing my golden foot hanging over the board of gently rocking boat, and diving into the bed of galaxies whispering magical stories of their eternal lives connecting souls…till the dawn… . Oksana Rus

The greatest thinkers have attempted to find who we are where we come from and why we are here but the greatest enigmas to me are how your hair is a lasso that captures the stars how your eyes are lakes that drown my doubts and how your skin is the sun bursting all at once. If I knew these answers I’d know everything for you alone contain the entire universe. Kamand Kojouri

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago? What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more? Tell me: How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe? . Kamand Kojouri

I can sense your love, why leave me in darkness? Beguile me for your amusement, stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes. When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies. Kamand Kojouri

Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important. Today, I feel my worth in you. You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair, even your heartbeat is beautiful. You, who is my greatest joy, all other concerns vanish in your presence. You swallow timeand consume space, inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace. I love your existence. Kamand Kojouri

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feetand steal pictures of the view while you reach for something sweet, as much as it bowsto you. Kristen Henderson

Make no mistake about it. We are born blind, deaf, and mute. It is neither these eyes that give us sight, nor these ears that give us sound. It is not even these lips that give us voice. It is only love. Love makes us seek beauty and truth. Love yearns to connect. To experience. To understand. So close your eyes at once. Don’t utter a word. Perk up your ears and listen to that silent sound inside you where all this is found. Kamand Kojouri

Everything I have become, everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat: I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart. So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:“ She loved. And loved. And loved.” And so, I smile now, because that is no small thing. Kamand Kojouri

I open my eyes. I want to know:what is in the abyss of a kiss? Are stars born in these black caves that house bated breaths and unspoken words? Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks to greet one another by ivory gates? What happens when we kiss? Where do you go? Don’t tell me. For I have lost my desire to know. Kiss me so that I forget myself. I close my eyes and fall in the abyss. Kamand Kojouri

Listen.Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall? Look. Do you sensethat you can’t see love? Touch. Do you graspthat you can’t catch poems? Try. Smell this glass. Go on taste this cloud. These material senses won’t get you far untilyou feelthe velvet glove caress your soul. Kamand Kojouri

Love, the exotic bird, came and went. Heart forgot love. Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died. Mind forgot joy. Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke. Soul forgot hope. Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped. Self forgot self. You, my all, became all my reasons. Reasons left. You left. I never forgot. Kamand Kojouri

ACTS OF LOVELove is not a word Or a thought. It is the name for An action That breathes from its light. What do you DOIn Love's name? And is it only done Outside In the light? Or with an inner Flame Illuminating Love's T R U E Name? I want to know. Are your actions Done by remote Or with S O U L? And when you say You love someone, Does a light go off Inside at all? What have Y O U Done In the Name of L O V E? Because, Really, I want to know. . Suzy Kassem

I haven’t written you a poem in years it seems. How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created? When the alphabet lacks the very letters? How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper? Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry? To write you in words is to put a veil upon you. Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead? . Kamand Kojouri

There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here Did I just now hear a beautiful symphony over here ?Or is it just your soothing words murmuring in my ear? Is it the cute mynah bird on my shoulder? Or is it your soft head nestling that I feel so tender? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your SoulYou will see Magic over here.. Did I just now hear the nightingale sing around here? Or is it the breeze whispering softly to the trees near? Is that you giggling away to glory? Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your SoulYou will see Magic over here. Avijeet Das

A blooming flower pleads, oh thee! Look at me, to see the beauty, Kiss me like a bee, To feel the bliss, To taste the nectar of life And just to feel and be. Kiss me like a wave kisses the shore In an endless dancing sea, again and again, just to be. Debasish Mridha

Oh the beauty of nature! Oh the magical heart touching flower. My heart wants to bloom like you with love, joy, and laughter. Debasish Mridha

Feel the kiss of ocean breeze, Hear the song of dancing wave Let your soul fly away with seagulls To fill the heart with the joy of life. Debasish Mridha

You see herand ascend into love. You become enchanted, a found madman. In your love, you lose yourself and become her. You were once without her, now with her. You still feel her and descend into love. You become enraptured, a lost madman. In your love, you lost yourself and her. You were once with her, nowwithout her. Kamand Kojouri

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me. Kamand Kojouri

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose. Kamand Kojouri

Why didn't you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a song? A dance? In the skies littered with stars? Did you not get drunk? Why didn’t you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a film? A book? In idyllic dusks and dawns? Did you not get high? It is good that you didn't. For all is well. I am drunk and dazed. I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways. Kamand Kojouri

Like a pair of old slippers, I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you. No, that is too crude. Like the match to the wick, I ignite when we touch. My counterpart andlife's purpose. Yes, as though I've known you my whole life. Every scar, every failurehas become an affirmationof what should be: You. Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life. Kamand Kojouri

I've written you sixty-seven love poems. Here’s another one for you. But really, for me. These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me. I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me. Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us? Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect? I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness? I know the good is more than the bad. Much more. I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine. Kamand Kojouri

I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house . Adelheid Manefeldt

Autumn is hereand I am in love. My heart has taken residence in my mind. I pick the crisp ochre leaves and put them in my pocket. I am in love. Kamand Kojouri

To live with you is to live. To live without you is to die. Kamand Kojouri

He tried to measure his day by tallying the hours on his wrist. I wiped it off and called him a prisoner. He placed the hours on a scalewith hours from former days to compare. I took a hammer and broke it all. He bent down and picked up the shards of minutes firstthen swept the seconds. I told him he’d missed a spot;there were some sparkling specks left.' What are they?' he asked.' Those are moments, ' I said.' What are they made of?' he asked. They are times, I thought, when you win a raceor win a heart. They are times when you give birth or lay something, someone to rest. When you wake up in the morning with a smile because anything is possible. When someone compliments the thing you hate most about yourself. Times when you are embarrassed. Times when you are hurtful. Times when you relish in a hearty meal. Times when you service others and are content with a well-spent day.' What are they made of?' he asked again.' They are made up of times when we are fully present.' I picked up one of the specks with the tipof my finger.' Do you remember this?' I asked.' Of course, ' he said, 'I was whistling in the kitchen that morning.'' Why?' I asked.' Because of the knowledge that I was loved. Kamand Kojouri

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with pride For they are the players of harmony. Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with pride For they are the conductors of unity. And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their hearts For they are merely the instruments of rhapsody. Kamand Kojouri

I know you not quite well Yet I foolishly surrender my mind to you. Slowly and carefully you have cast a spell Now my virgin heart only longs for you. There is no need to push, I am already falling. Once proudly tall, I’m no longer standing. Knowing well that I am doomed to misery, I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering. Kamand Kojouri

Eyes and ears are two. Lungs and kidneys, too. I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that skips a beat when hay is here, and beats quickly when you are near. One heart that cracks when you are far, lie to me and leave a scar. I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that gets broken. Was I supposed to find you then? So your heart would make one plus one is twofor me andtwo for you. Kamand Kojouri

Believe me when I say: 'Out of all those around, she’s the best locksmith in town.' Her stethoscope ears know when the dials of your heart click into place. She’s been cutting keys for years. You don’t stand a chance with that flimsy case. Alas, no matter how you lock your heart– bolt, fixture, and key– she’s got nimble fingersthat pick locks for free. Padlocks and deadboltsare all in vain. Why do you even botherwith that chain? She’s way too smart. Along with ours, she’ll have your heart. And you will see that the best locksmith in town is she. Kamand Kojouri

When your heart starts to feel full again. I love FREE refills, and if a restaurant tries to double charge me, I refuse to write a love poem on their Yelp page.- Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz Karen Quan

You rewrote the art in my heart. Timothy Joshua

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sand Brahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand.... Muse

Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them. No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back. It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer. I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems. I must go nowand I urge you not to look back. Kamand Kojouri

For me, you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening. For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling. And still, for me, your loveliness never ends. It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me. Only me. Kamand Kojouri

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary. Kamand Kojouri

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same. Kamand Kojouri

I'll forget me. You forget you. We can be onetogether, happily. Kamand Kojouri

Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin. Kamand Kojouri

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs. Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you. Kamand Kojouri

When I'm with you, I feel exposed. Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed. Sheltered. Kamand Kojouri

You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life? Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life. Kamand Kojouri

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days. Kamand Kojouri

Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and meor only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your hairand wore it around my necklike a necklace? That I kiss your handsmore than I kiss your lips? Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of loveand that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less? . Kamand Kojouri

Can we share my eyes so you can see what I see? Can we share my ears so you can hear what I hear? Can you perch on my shouldersso you can go where I go? Always in my heart, I don’t experience anything separate from you. This shared wonderment becomes doubled. This shared love becomes infinite. Kamand Kojouri

Come back to me. Where have you gone? And why so long? I miss the star below your lip, the constellation on your chest. I miss your ways, how you net butter-flying words and release themfor others to enjoy. I miss your tenderness, the sweetness of your breathand the song of your voice. I miss howyou worship me. Come back to me once more. Why did you go? And whatever for? The heavens plotted against us. The clouds came andpissed on our lives. The smell of charged particlesstill lingers in the air. What will become of you and I?Come back to us. . Kamand Kojouri

Knowing you, I understood myself. Kamand Kojouri

Come to me. Why must you ruin this moment? You are burdened with thought. Burdened with the pastand expectations of the future. You are burdened with your self. Cast these aside by laughing at yourself. And love, for what more is there than to love me? Take me nowand let it be heaven for us. Kamand Kojouri

Lovers dream of one more embrace. One more kiss. One act of love, no matter how small. For in loving, lover and belovedemptied themselves. Now, they look for their oasislike men engulfed in flames. Even filled to the brim, they will never satiate. For they continue to leak, thesecracked vessels. How else did love seep through? Kamand Kojouri

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love. Kamand Kojouri

The sea loved the moon When she was supposed to love the shore. The moon knew And hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shore Who was destined for her. Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore- She always retreated back. To want, to need, to love the moon For all she's worth. Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen. Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union. Saiber

I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul. When I only showed him, how violently I loved. Saiber

I see specks of the Universe in your eyes. A body of stardustthat gives me a high. And when we make lovethe stars shine brighter than usual. When we lie there holding each other, I see love making us. Saiber

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice? D. Antoinette Foy

Love is wind for the soul D. Antoinette Foy

My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world. D. Antoinette Foy

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day? Where were youwhen I was silent with God in prandial pray? Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay? Where were you? Kamand Kojouri