Love poems

James Whitcomb Riley

The Lost Thrill

I grow so weary, someway, of all things
That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,
Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasy
Am I possessed of: The caress that clings-
The lips that mix with mine with murmurings
No language may interpret, and the free,
Unfettered brood of kisses, hungrily
Feasting in swarms on honeyed blossomings
Of passion's fullest flower-For yet I miss
The essence that alone makes love divine-
The subtle flavoring no tang of this
Weak wine of melody may here define:-
A something found and lost in the first kiss
A lover ever poured through lips of mine.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Work and love—these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.'
  ~ Theodor Reik
• 'Other men said they have seen angels,
  But I have seen thee
  And thou art enough.'
  ~ G. Moore
• 'I'm in the mood for love
  Simply because you're near me.
  Funny, but when you're near me
  I'm in the mood for love.'
  ~ Dorothy Fields