If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.
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Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care read more
Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care about.
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.
Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being read more
Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with" someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be read more
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
