Affection Quotes

Live with a pure and open heart and mind. Quiet all the rest. Our biggest obstacle was always ourselves. Thoughts that come from a place of love: are never wrong.

He hasn’t really seen you, not as you want to be seen, but he’s starting to, a little.

Being brave is about the everyday points of bravery that when taken together and viewed from a collective perspective make for an extraordinary life of love.

I had this dream about you. We went hunting up in the mountains and I caught a unicorn. You told me now I know how it feels to be you.

I would love to be loved for what I am, and not for what I have!

LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHES. AS MUCH AS CUTS INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL.

Love is to love, be loved, and lost.Never to be enclosed in mortal hands.

Love is greater than the oceans with full of passions.

Blessed is the heart that does not collect resentments and often dwells on them.

life is short, before one can catch up with this, time would ring the bell-hey-day is off

i closed my eyes and i loved you ... dreams are such beautiful things

Loneliness is an emaciation of the spirit. -Who Has Known Heights: The Mystique Memoirs of a Melancholic Mind

If your holy book makes you hate, you're reading the wrong shit, mate.

Robbers*sometimes your words rob you of your thoughtsand leave you destituteand sadwill they weep for you i wonder_____________________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin

There is no Success or Failure in "LOVE", by itself is a Victory !!

Iron deficiency can lead to a wardrobe full of crumpled clothes

Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.

Some people are like the fragrance of flowers!

Cliche is Truth's most loyal friend...

You were the devil. Dressed in everything. I wanted.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

She is the light, at the end of this endless tunnel.

No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.

You burn like a candleinside my soul, showing me a waythrough this darkness.

Do not forget about the thorns on the roseswhen you say that love is like a red red rose.

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.

A town loved with bitter love.

I love poetry, but I often wonder how poetry feels about me.

Springtimeand I wish I knew you

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

love is always moving towards you

I am going to hurt you.You are going to hurt me.But we will do it with practiced fingersand passionate mouthsand I swear to godit will be worth something.

Your smile is poetry to my soul igniting flames of old

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

We wear many things,    but that with greatest import     is our expression.

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

We will spend the rest of the day inventing a kind of love that no longer exists in the world, a kind of love no army can pillage at the outposts, no rumor could bring to its knees like a traitor.

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

2 to 12 hearts 1 beat2 lips will meet2 birds 1 stone2 never b alone2 wills 1 goal2 haves 1 whole2 be in love2 be as One***©Clarissa O. ClemensThe Poetic Diary of Love and Change - Volume 1

Winning a love is just an outcome, keeping a love is a true accomplishment.