Love poems

Music, When Soft Voices Die

by Percy Bysshe Shelleyk

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken

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Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Citate de dragoste

• 'Love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity, eternity can be the tick of a clock.'
  ~ Mary Parrish
• 'Love is like war,
  Easy to begin but hard to end.'
  ~ Anonymous
• 'Soul meets soul on lover's lips.'
  ~ Percy Bysshe Shelly