Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
Edwin MorganRead
When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there's nothing I'd be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till rest, or the new rain lightly roused you awake. I asked if you heard the rain in your dream and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses a deep, tender love that transcends even the idea of loss or dying.
In this poignant reflection, Edwin Morgan captures a moment of intimacy and vulnerability between two lovers. The imagery of falling asleep in each other's arms symbolizes trust and a profound connection that is so strong that even the thought of parting becomes bearable. The gentle nature of the scene, combined with the acknowledgment of love in a dreamlike state, emphasizes that true love offers solace and comfort even in dark times.
Themes
LoveTrustIntimacyConnectionComfort
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a wedding toast to highlight the beauty of love.
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