Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!

Who can give law to lovers? Love is a greater law to itself.

Who can give law to lovers? Love is a greater law to itself.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s read more

If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love read more

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.