poetry-quotes-love

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

You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I__trying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I__ alreadyinside one?

Imagination makes the worldand all the wonders in it.The seed of every dream unfurlsas you with love begin it!

Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!

You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice _ I shall always feel thirsty.

...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...

Farsi Couplet:Naala-e zanjeer-e Majnun arghanoon-e aashiqanastZauq-e aan andaza-e gosh-e ulul-albaab neestEnglish Translation:The creaking of the chain of Majnun is the orchestra of the lovers,To appreciate its music is quite beyond the ears of the wise.

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

A sacred soul Thus, within the cosmic creation proceed Life is precious as gold Death will come In a better place, where there__ no earthly lifeEternity exist...God..... Judgement falls upon usNothing to minus and nothing to plus Only the truthIn a better place where there__ no cuss They say tranquility exist hereNo fussNo sorrowA better place with great yarrow It will come in the morrowIn present times Life is but a Dream