Love poems

Stephen Crane

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God-that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.'
  ~ Thornton Wilder
• 'What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.'
  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
• 'When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.'
  ~ Elizabeth Bowen