One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]
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Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?
Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?
Love is blind, friendship closes its eyes.
Love is blind, friendship closes its eyes.
I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
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I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.
When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
Love your friend with his faults.
Love your friend with his faults.
Jerry: I love you ... you complete me.
Jerry: I love you ... you complete me.
