One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness read more

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?

And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and read more

And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn’t make sense.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, read more

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.