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

• 'Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved, now love the more.'
  ~ Thomas Parnell
• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.'
  ~ Elizabeth Bowen