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To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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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.]
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made read more
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.
To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
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I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe!
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes read more
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.
Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.
Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.
