Hey! There were so many beautiful poems in the comments of the previous videos that it just felt right to somehow include poetry in the playlists a well! These aren't the poems from the comment sections, as I didn't know whether the writers would give their permission, so this is just a collection of little excerpts of love poems i found in books and online :) If you feel inspired to write poetry yourself, then please comment what you wrote! The community here is so supportive, and it's always such a joy to read your amazing short stories, excerpts, and poems! Also, please comment if you like this kind of playlist format!

Ophelia, I do like the poetry, but I’d prefer it to be up in the corner as opposed to blocking the beautiful artwork. I so enjoy the artwork on these videos.

Love is a dagger it's a two-edged sword and yet, people seem to make it out to be something that's honored and adored. I sit here and I ponder, and I wonder, and I sigh, How love, so complex can make hearts fly. "Embrace it!" they cry and yet, I hesitate, Love is a dagger it's a two-edged sword Love's path is uncertain, It's course, unknown. With every joy it brings, Comes a shadow of fear, For love can wound deeply, Leaving scars, almost crystal clear. For love is a dagger, it's a two-edged sword and that is what I fear. So I take up the dagger, With trembling hands I hold, For in love's intricate dance, although it's a dagger, a two-edged sword, with love, Our deepest truths are stored.

"A playlist for slowly falling in love", she wrote. "Slowly?", he asks. As if he has not himself before, with the world that is. The white blossom trees dancing from the manor windows always so gracious in the petals they shed, welcoming all as a shelter from the sun. "Oh how we should aspire to be like them", he ponders to himself, as he falls for a white blossom once again. "That was always her favourite spot", says Oscar from the doorway. "In reality perhaps, although we both know she lived the most in her own head.", he replies. For life has shown no mercy for a lover and a brother, perhaps this too is where life only remains. He folds the poem, setting it among his collection that have been found. A curious little ladybug wanders between the pages enthused by this new discovery. Oh what a knowledge for the mind of a ladybug: In the heart of the manor, where ivy winds its way, Lies a love story woven by sunbeams and moon’s sway. He, the daydreamer, with eyes like forgotten constellations, She, the white blossom tree, rooted in silent contemplations. He wandered the halls, lost in reverie’s embrace, His footsteps echoing secrets of time and space. She stood by the window, petals like snowflakes, Her branches reaching for dreams the wind forsakes. He whispered sonnets to the morning mist, She swayed to his rhythm, her blossoms kissed. Their love unfolded like pages of an ancient tome, In the shadowed corners of the manor, they found home. Under the eaves, they’d meet at twilight’s hour, His heart a compass, her roots a hidden bower. He vowed to be her shelter from life’s tempests, She promised to bloom for him, eternal and endless. He gifted her moonlight, she wove him starlight, Their love a symphony, notes taking flight. He whispered secrets in her ear, she sang him solace, Their love transcending seasons, a delicate balance. In the manor’s garden, where shadows entwine, He carved their initials on the bark, a sacred sign. She held his heart, fragile as dew on morning leaves, Their love story whispered by the rustling eaves. And so they danced, beneath the chandelier’s glow, Two souls bound by daydreams, their love aglow. In the quiet of moonrise, they found their forever, Whispers of the white blossom tree, an eternal endeavor. The search begins again, as the lover endeavours his home for another hidden treasure she has snuck away to be found. Will he ever find them all? Or perhaps even another, if there are any left? Sometimes we don't know what we are searching for until we find it. "A curse, a blessing, or fantasy?", he contemplates, as slowly once more he falls for all he loved before. And finally, a chuckle of a ladybug can be heard from his quarters, echoing through the manor where abides a lover endlessly searching for poetry, forever falling into the fantasy she dreamed of. The mystery of the laughing ladybug, perhaps finding solace in the poetry they once wrote in a life before this.

My husband and I selected the Anne Bradstreet poem as a reading during our wedding ceremony. 💖 Our one-year anniversary is in a few weeks!

Whoa, the music and poem at 9:26 !!! Beautiful! Makes me think fondly of Romeo and Juliet (2013) !!

😭 Oh I love love love Lonely Waltz!!!!! I *will* play that someday!! It really does sound like someone waltzing in a dusky room quietly by one's self!! Well done!!!!!!!

Oh, I love the poem by Lord Byron at 7:50 ! Music like this and poetry?! How sublime!!

I would like to thank you for this beautiful channel you have and for letting us hear beautiful music. This is my birth month, and I turned inside to listen to myself, decide what I wanted, and hear what I felt. I didn't want to hear other voices, so I listened to your playlists. I still do. I hope they will all be available like this on this channel. Thank you for doing this and sharing your pieces. Oh, by the way, comment section; you are amazing. Also, thanks to you for being here and writing ✨

Yay! I love her videos. I listen to the music while I study and before going to work

I love the poem at 5:48! It is one of my favorites!

Really happy to have found your channel, your music was just what I was looking for. 🙏

this is my fvrt playlist so far

Oh my thank you life for let me found you ! And thank you, Ophelia! Please please please make more classical & poems playlist like this!

I cannot comment on 'slowly falling in Love' for I am in Love 😚🌈...

SO pretty!! You do an amazing job! ❤

This was beautiful!

Love your music ❤❤❤

i love

Awww nuevo video❤

Im so consfused😭 are these pieces literally composed by the uploader?? Great playlist regardless👍

This is what I imagine when I hear, 'Lonely Waltz'. :) 💖 10:14 A Midnight Waltz Once upon a quiet night alone in the dusty room walls reflecting candlelight wild roses were in bloom, Moonbeams silvered bright throwing ivory around casting shadows thickly scattering on the ground, Leaves silhouetted dark pink blossoms gracing the window’s arched pane, perfume sweetly embracing, Along the glided ballroom tapestries hung-blue and gold colorful threads woven- the images of stories old, A breeze gently cooled washing over like water I waltzed to the quiet of the midnight hour, Candlelight sputtered smoke furled like a sigh magically curled above, to the ceiling ever high, Fireflies blink slowly like echos in the night the tiny little stars; flickering ever bright, Music swells calming I dance a lonely waltz A tear, then softly smiling, Once upon a quiet night.

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