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.
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Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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.
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.
When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't read more
When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you...it's overwhelming.
Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being read more
Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with" someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.
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.
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?
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.
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain read more
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
