When you have nothing to offer, love gives abundantly.

I shall be your poet! I do not want to be a poet for others; make your appearance, and I shall be your poet. I shall eat my own poem, and that will be my...

Like an ice in a spring river.I melt and stay. Sun will vaporise us.It will take us up into clouds.And then we both will fall.Drop by drop.We’ll fall out of the sky.We’ll raise from dew...

A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it’s not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But...

It embalms sweet.I’m givin a kiss…I melt of You.I melt and flow with You.Like an ice in a spring river.I melt and stay. Sun will vaporise us.It will take us up into clouds.And then we...

Go & tell your drinking buddies& psychoanalyst your neighborhas risen from the ashes. I wonderif I should tell you about the love lettershidden behind the doorjamb. This housestill stands among my lavender flowers.Tell your inheritors...

Oh! my dearest love, why are our pleasures so short and so interrupted? How long is this to last?Know you, my best Mary, that I feel myself, in your absence, almost degraded to the level...

The letter had been crumpled up and tossed onto the grate. It had burned all around the edges, so the names at the top and bottom had gone up in smoke. But there was enough...

Love can be expressed in a myriad of different methods, but the most timeless and most treasured will always remain the classic love letter.

Dear Natasha,It’s the middle of the night. I can’t sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we’ve ever been to. From the bottom...

will be at noon.” I’d better write and mail all my love letters in my mannequin handwriting.

Nothing is a masterpiece – a real masterpiece – till it’s about two hundred years old. A picture is like a tree or a church, you’ve got to let it grow into a masterpiece. Same...

I don’t have any inkling what to do with all the ink in this digital age. Maybe I’ll write a bunch of love letters to a dead author. Who moved my mayonnaise?

Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms

…as we are endowed. …with rhetorics. …none will deny. …of innocence. …towards scribbling. …of love lines. …and of lust. …to what seems like male. …to what seems like female. …in those days. …I mean nothing....

When you understand who you are, you cause the world to change in your favor.

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.

There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage.

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.