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

• 'Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.'
  ~ Carl Jung
• 'Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.'
  ~ Ursula K Le Guin
• 'Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.'
  ~ Peter Ustinov