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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.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
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.
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.
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.
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.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
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.
