#try

I’ll always deny that I kissed her. I was just whispering into her mouth. ↗

— Stephen Dunn

#love #poetry #love

I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless? ↗

— Rumi

#love #rumi #rumi-poetry #love

In this universe there are no time machines or keys that can turn hearts back around. ↗

— Sarah Tregay

#poetry #love

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores. He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead. He who loves corruption rots. He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow. He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#idolatry #worship #love

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#poetry #tragedy #love

From the time I began to read, as a child, I loved to feel their heft in my hand and the warm spot caused by their intimate weight in my lap; I loved the crisp whisper of a page turning, the musky odor of old paper and the sharp inky whiff of new pages. Leather bindings sent me into ecstasy. I even loved to gaze at a closed book and daydream about the possibilities inside. ↗

— Rita Dove

#poetry #writing #love

We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love #making-love #naturalist #naturism #nudist

. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing ↗

— Eavan Boland

#love

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing. ↗

— Paul Laurence Dunbar

#love

But let us laugh carelessly like other men. Let us be timid even among fools. Let us knot silence around our throats. For they would surely kill us. ↗

— Glenway Wescott

#love #poetry #secrecy #love