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As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this read more
As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural read more
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural
beginning.
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.
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.
How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!
How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!
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.
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.
To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance
To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance
He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
