Love
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Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
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Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.
There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.
Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.
Kitten, your hands are heaven and your eyes are my home.
Time has no dominion over love. Love is the one thing that transcends time. (Bones)
Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?
She's my kitten, and no one else's.
As your lover describes you, so you are.
It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.
Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.
I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.
Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night, only light.And if my love could grow wings,I'd be soaring in flight.
Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
It’s strange how dreams get under your skin and give your heart a test for what’s real and what’s imaginary.
Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.