With Love Quotes

All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

The one who can draw your widest smileis also the one who can throw youto the farthest exile

You don't have to be an angel.All you need is someone who can always see your best angle.

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

i have taken life as its came to me first time i wanted to go to life .

Understand the poem not the poet.

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

I am foolish in the way distance makes me feel partial.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Symphony of the airmy ear can hearmy only companiona rocking chairsilence is masterwishing you were here.

To write you into poems, and make you unerasable.

#Ola MusingsHer brow's penciled bowEyes tinged with kohl wowA mere passing shadow of hersCauses dust dry bloom wow!By nCr

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ❤ ❤

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.

I long fora little life, an everyday life, a splash of sunlightthrough a windowa smile from a stranger -a heart to hold in mine.

Now your burnt ashes float to mingle with others And as I wait for another day I keep singing another song How did I go astray!

I only ever wanted to feel more human.

At the end of all things, why do lovers break up? Because love is magic. You have to believe, for it to exist.

The atmospheric intensity of two electric lovers is the most righteous place I need to rediscover.

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

Perhaps it was the way he'd look at me and smile, Perhaps it was the sound of his voice after being utterly defeated, Perhaps it was the warmth of his touch, Perhaps I've always been in love with you

Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber, The best of your love.

Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?...

Do You Believe...on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife...

Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.

Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

If Love is Pure, Love is Simple

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

I cannot forgive you. That day, if you had not refused, I would have given you a present. I would have carved my love in stone.

cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm

This is how I disappear in pieces.This is how I leave while not moving from my seat.This is how I dance away.This is how I'm gone before you wake.

You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

The echo of a red rose
at the sunset, you decided
to check out.

You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet

The touched heart madly stirs, your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation, every sound is speech...

Projection from the beginning of time
White women with a passionate horns
Butchered yet another beloved

Pain will humble ones soul, my pain was necessary as it humbled me beyond my limitations, I do not rush what is meant to be slow, patience".

We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.

Did we not look out together upon the dark waters of the lakeAnd behold there the constellationsOf both hemispheres at once?-Love Songs of the Cinnamon Wastes

Furthermore, he had beautiful eyes.

you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you