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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I read more
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
because fear hath torment. He that feareth read more
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect
in love.
Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious read more
Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements read more
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The serpent's knowledge of the world Learn, and the dove's more naïve charm; Whether your ringlets should be curled, And why he likes his claret warm.
Love is the irresistable desire to be desired irresistably.
Love is the irresistable desire to be desired irresistably.
What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do.
What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.rn
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.rn
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that read more
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.