“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare

A Love Poem by Oriza:

A Love Recipe

What would be the best way to love,
How we could cultivate our emotions? …
Under the fatigue of my disillusions,
One love recipe I was to search.

What consists the ideal love? …
In the poetry, the answers I looked for,
In my chest of old lovers, I rummaged
To conclude that love must be essential,

Infinite, very strong – in greatness -,
Spotless, rare and sweet – in pureness -,
Honest, based on loyalty,

It must create desire, perpetual fountain of passion,
Calm ship in a sea of understanding,
Floating in happiness waves…

© by Oriza Martins