A boy would sit with you all night, and count the stars. However, a real man would toil under the sun and build you a little universe. The difference - one builds a fantasy, other fulfills it. And, lu...
And on this night, the last of its kind before we get married to each other at the stroke of 8 tomorrow in the evening, as I walk towards my bed to call the day off, the last puff of wind brought from...
A half-open window.Morning-fresh air carriescurious sunlight into a bedroom.Flecks of dust shimmer yellow-gold.Four feet, entwined under white sheets.Joni's Blue, on the player.Delicate curtains slow-...
Weeping is like cleansing your soul. It's liberating and somber.
The endless thing in the world is Love.That is Beautiful.
Love may not expect love in return but lovers do.
And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of...
Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the hea...
Love made us partners in narcissism
Lover, she whispers, and closes her eyes.
She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.
The Knowing Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise- comaed and woken, we lie a long time looking at each other.I do not know what he sees, but I see eyes of surpassing tenderness and calm, a calm li...
The highest prize we can receive for creative work is the joy of being creative. Creative effort spent for any other reason than the joy of being in that light filled space, love, god, whatever we wan...
Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.
Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.
My darling husband, my heart is your home.
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
Walking together and exchanging kisses.Holding hands like we're Mr. and Mrs.
Distance is not a gulf but a bridge between lovers.
But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.
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