Quote by Conrad Aiken
It's time to make love, douse the glim. The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together, like birds of a feather, and the loin lies down with the limb.
I love to see the sun come smiling to the world; I love to hear the wind go singing through a field; I love to hear a love-bird singing in a tree, and I love to see a lovely face light up with love for me.
If I were a rose, love, a great red-hearted rose, love,
Blushing on my stem, as roses do,
After tedious, sad delays,
In the first, warm summer days,
I would sweeten life for you.
Today gives us a chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
All lovely things will have an ending. All lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, will beg a penny by and by.
I wonder why I have to fall in love when all I feel is a sense of elation that can make me reach for the stars.
We came together underneath the stars above. What started out as liking soon turned into love. I sensed a certain something in my heart that was true. I know I waited all my life to fall in love with you.
We are stars wrapped in skin, the light you are seeking has always been within.
I don't want someone who promises me the moon and stars. I want someone who promises to lay on the grass and watch them with me.
Guys are like stars. There are a million of them out there. But only one can make your dreams come true. It's the star that falls for you.
Never ignore a person who loves and cares for you, because one day you may realize that you’ve lost the moon while counting the stars.
If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile. The entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.
Trying to explain how much I love you is like trying to count the stars. You can try, but it's impossible.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.