Love Poems Quotes

“your hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.”
― Sanober Khan

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Collected Poems

“In this story
I am the poet
You're the poetry.”
― Arzum Uzun

“Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“she was completely whole
and yet never fully complete”
― Maquita Donyel Irvin, Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles

“I will speak of love
until you go mad
and join me
in my mad worship
of love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I was so blessed.
The first person
I gave my heart to
was an angel
who plucked the feathers
off his wings
and built a nest for it.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I do not write about love
as if I have invented it.
I write about love
because thoughts of you
inspire self-forgetfulness.
And because writing about you
gives birth to a star.
These stars sit inside me
where there was once
darkness.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“My love,
you are driving the entire world mad.
The nightingales are committing suicide
one by one out of jealousy of your voice.
The roses took one glance at your beauty
and folded themselves from shame.
The trees now only whisper your name
and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up.
Have pity on us, my love.
We have already broken all the mirrors and glass
out of fear that you will forget us
and fall in love with yourself
once you see what we all
cannot stop seeing.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest,
Her heart is fit for home-
I- a Sparrow- build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.”
― Emily Dickinson, Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

“Only inside can you do something about it, but outside, it’s impossible.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.”
― John Donne, The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose

“The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,
It can mean only one thing that I am with you.
You are enigmatic yet so beautiful that I have lost my sense,
You are as immaculate as the unadulterated morning dew
And your beauty leaves me in a mystified trance.
I do not foresee what you and I will be
But I promise to be with you till the rocks keep meeting the sea.”
― Faraaz Kazi

“روز اول، كه دل من به تمنای تو پر زد
چون كبوتر، لب بام تو نشستم
تو به من سنگ زدی، من نه رميدم، نه گسستم

باز گفتم كه : ” تو صيادی و من آهوی دشتم
تا به دام تو درافتم همه جا گشتم و گشتم
حذر از عشق ندانم، نتوانم

کوچه، پرواز با خورشید*”
― فریدون مشیری, پرواز با خورشید

“What a terrifyingly beautiful thought that you are the beginning of forever.
I love you, and life for me has just begun.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
These trees are yours because you once looked at them.
These streets are yours because you once traversed them.
These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you.
They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume.
You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you.
You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair.
The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak.
Nothing belongs to itself anymore.
You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours.
He sits with us in darkness now
to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .”
― Pablo Neruda

“I only wrote prose before I met you.
My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
But now the words dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I wanted to write some words you'd remember.

Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,
crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,
and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,
but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.”
― C.L. Foster, Best Thing I Never Had

“I wake reaching for you,
fingers curling around nothing,
closing on air thick with absence.
You are not here, but my body does not believe it.
It still flinches at the shape of you,
at the memory of weight no longer there.
Somewhere beneath my skin,
you still exist.”
― Mason Carter, Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind

“They say opposites attract, but I disagree.
I have worked too hard on myself to attract anything that is not aligned with who I am.
I put God first, always.
My family is my foundation.
My businesses are where my creativity and intelligence shine.
My order is simple and unwavering: God, Family, Business.
I am happy with myself and with my life.
I am at peace with who I am and who I am becoming.
I am highly ambitious, and I get things done the right way.
I do my best to make the path easier for others than it was for me.
I have a heart, and I choose to use it.
I refuse to attract my opposite because I have worked on myself.
I respect myself too much to accept anything less.
And by grace, I attracted you.
Because you are aligned with me.
You are like me.”
― Marion Bekoe

“When night has fallen so hard
and you just can’t find your way,
follow the sound of my voice
back to the shelter of my arms.

When the cruelty of this world
blinds you to all your beauty,
see yourself through my eyes
and witness your magnificence.

When your heart lies broken
in a thousand shattered pieces,
let me gather all of them up,
and mend them with my love.”
― John Mark Green, The Light You Need II: Romantic Love Poetry

“I will be the eye of your storm.
I will be the quiet in your chaos.
I will be all these things and more,
if you will only let me.”
― John Mark Green, The Light You Need II: Romantic Love Poetry

“In my dream you were real.
In my reality you were a dream.
Now you're neither real nor a dream.
Just a memory.”
― Onur Taşkıran

“If you are a
keeper of secrets,
then let me be
your best kept secret.
Keep me whispering
softly and breathlessly
into your ear.”
― Onur Taşkıranıran

“Love is not a sentence.
It is a pattern.

You can whisper it with your mouth,
or you can prove it with your habits.

Show me in the way you protect what matters.
Show me in the way you keep your word.
Show me in the way you choose me when it is inconvenient.

Do not decorate me with promises.
Demonstrate me with consistency.

If you love me,
let it be visible in your discipline.
Let it be evident in your restraint.
Let it be obvious in how you love yourself.

Because the way you care for your own soul
is the blueprint for how you will care for mine.

Do not say it.
Build it.”
― Marion Bekoe

“one day, someone will look at me
and watch their whole life ignite behind their eyes.
their breath will stall in their throat, swallowing ache like a fallen star;
like lungs forgetting what to do with air.
their heart will stop for a fraction of a second,
and that fraction will stretch into a silence so vast it feels prehistoric;
wide and unbearable as an eternity.
and then it will race,
faster than thunder finding ground, faster than light trying to outrun itself.

their palms will turn cold,
fingers trembling without permission as if they’ve touched voltage,
their limbs will forget gravity,
and time will hesitate, pausing to witness it -
the exact moment they fall in love with me
and in that fracture of a second,
they will fall.

they will look at me and know,
not hope or guess but know
in the marrow of their bones and in their soul that ages ago,
that before the first atom split open,
before the sky learned how to hold blue,
before dinosaurs burned into fossils,
before language found a tongue,
before earth gathered dust into gravity,
and humanity mistook itself for something permanent,
we had already happened.

they will know that us, colliding with all our atoms and cosmos is no coincidence;
that we were inevitable, in all of the universes and in all our lifetimes;
not because fate whispered,
but in the quiet, cellular way that recognition works-
like something long separated clicking back into place.
like it's a promise, set across timelines, before the galaxy even knew it would come to exist

and when the universe tore itself apart in the big bang,
it was not chaos but a rehearsal
and they will feel it:
the red string pulled taut across galaxies,
threaded through our ribcages and wrists,
through lifetimes we do not remember
but ache for anyway.
and when they touch me,
the collision will be like magnets snapping together, hungry for just one touch
metal against metal, body against body, lips against lips.
sparks spelling something older than god.

in that very moment,
they will understand that this is not just love or mere affection;
that this isn't luck or coincidence but gravity recognizing its own law.
this is two particles separated by eternity
snapping back into alignment.
it is something that would have occurred
in any version of existence.
in every universe.
in every lifetime.
in every possible arrangement of matter.
a curse and a blessing braided together.
a life sentence that feels heavenly
even when it burns.

and even if none of it had happened—
if there had been no explosion,
no earth,
no evolution;
we still would have found a form,
like planets and their moons;
like a tree and its branches,
like the pulse and vein.

and when everything ends,
when stars cool and light forgets its purpose,
when the universe folds in on itself like a dying lung;
when galaxies extinguish like Birthday candles,
when time collapses and all of it ceases to exist,
we will remain.
not as bodies or memories; not as names engraved on tombstones;
all of it except us.
we will remain as inevitability
as the sentence written before time,
and still being served
long after time is gone.
just us,
still finding each other,
in whatever is left.”
― Mireille Mehr

“Meet me at midnight
in the forest of my dreams.
We’ll make a fire
and count the stars
that shimmer
above the trees.”
― Christy Ann Martine, She'll Find the Sky: A Collection of Poems

“I will love you
as long as the sun
burns in the sky,
as long as the moon
shines its light
into the dark night,
until the raging
blue oceans become
calm and run dry.
I will love you until
the end of time.”
― Christy Ann Martine, She'll Find the Sky: A Collection of Poems