Quotes About Love

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Edward Estlin Cummings

Let's live suddenly without thinking. Let's live like the light that kills. And let's as silence, because Whirl's after all: (after me) love, and after you. I occasionally feel vague how vague I don't know tenuous Now - spears and The Then - arrows making do our mouths, something red, something tall.

god's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word; so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon) resembles something that has not occurred: i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kiss without lips;a prayer lacking any knees but something beats within my shirt to prove he is undead who living noone is. I have never loved you dear as now i love.

my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

for every mile the feet go the heart goes nine

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon Between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

It takes three to make a child.

When to me you leap and I'm born we 're sunlight of oneness.

Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.

yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're)

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

annie died the other day never was there such a lay-- whom,among her dollies,dad first(don't tell your mother)had

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).

E.E. Cummings

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

what does it all come down to? love? Love if you like and i like, for the reason that i hate people and lean out of this window is love, love and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love.