“You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.”

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

To stay youthful, stay useful.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Kiss my belly button. Explore it with you tongue. Now move to my thighs. Yes the inner ones. Wet them with your kisses.

Kiss on forehead, nose and cheek. Repeat.

I dream about kissing you under the moon-lit night, under the beauty of thousand tiny stars. 

when he smiles at me, i swear my heart jumps. But when he kisses me? then, i burn.

Kiss me with those lips burn forever into my skin envelop me within your love until I am whole again.

Kissing you from the neck down to… and kissing you is perilous because there is no end to you and I am scared I will never stop falling if I let myself fall in love with you.

I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.

She is dandelion wishes and watermelon kisses. He is tumultuous fire and venomous desire.