When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
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When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
The woman that deliberates is lost.

He who believes in freedom of the will has never loved and never hated.rn

He who believes in freedom of the will has never loved and never hated.rn

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

Banish night! Welcome light!
Love is the brightest star!

Banish night! Welcome light!
Love is the brightest star!

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to read more

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.