Love poems

W. B. Yeats

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Citate de dragoste

• 'No man is truly married
  until he understands
  every word his wife is NOT saying.'
  ~ Unknown
• 'When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.'
  ~ Elizabeth Bowen
• 'It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.'
  ~ Muriel Spark