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

• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.'
  ~ Louise Hay
• 'Other men said they have seen angels,
  But I have seen thee
  And thou art enough.'
  ~ G. Moore