Love is a fire that burns unseen,
A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
An always discontent contentment,
A pain that rages without hurting,
A longing for nothing but to long,
A loneliness in the midst of people,
A never feeling pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains when lost in thought.

Luís de Camões

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Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?

Emily Dickinson

Mots clés humor possession poetry-quotes-love



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...when I met you, you were so beautiful, the air around you vibrated with color ...

John Geddes

Mots clés beauty love-at-first-sight beautiful-people poetry-quotes-love



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...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

John Geddes

Mots clés heart wind thoughts land horizon poetry-quotes-love sail-away



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...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...

John Geddes

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Imagination makes the world
and all the wonders in it.
The seed of every dream unfurls
as you with love begin it!

Eric Micha'el Leventhal

Mots clés imagination love reality poetry inspiration vision world dreams courage mind wonder creativity creation awareness beginnings attention focus know-thyself poetry-quotes poetry-quotes-love unfolding



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Pices : Without you I'm nothing,you're my everything
Aquarius : Without you I'm lonely and unpretty,you're my happiness and beauty

patrick cruz

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different among the others
You're at the center of my universe

patrick cruz

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Por la misma ventana rasgada, rasgada por los años que han transcurrido observo por uno de los orificios que tiene el vidrio el cual pareciera que llora por las gotas que ha dejado la noche de lluvia. Veo el sendero, vacío y frío lleno de hojas marchitas a los lejos escucho un grito de dos amantes, que se gritan uno al otro ¡amor mío cúbrete que viene el frío! parpadeo, vuelvo a mirar impávida y lo único que veo son dos hojas caídas que se ha llevado el olvido.

Ivonne Yáñez Saba

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