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.
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First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
Love is like quick sand, if u fall in it then there is no way out.
Love is like quick sand, if u fall in it then there is no way out.
I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one read more
I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.
Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.
Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth read more
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
