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True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't read more
When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you...it's overwhelming.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a read more
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth read more
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.
