If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love read more

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.

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.

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 only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship read more

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one read more

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.

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.