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

• 'Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved, now love the more.'
  ~ Thomas Parnell
• 'The first duty of love is to listen.'
  ~ Paul Tillich
• 'Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.'
  ~ Theodor Reik