Any place you love is the world to you, but love is not fashionable any more, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent.
The fascination that someone exerts on another
doesn't show their personality
in the precise moment of their meeting
... but...
in the summary of their entire being,
that lets go this powerful drug that
captures imagination and creates the bond.
Love, when they'll tell you that I forgot you, and even if it'll be me telling you, when I tell you, don't believe me.
You're so fucking corny. It's obvious you have to feel something, it's innate. If you stay there thinking about it too much you'll start thinking it's love. Have you seen wht happens to men that love? They lose love and then they're left with fuck at all.
Find the time to play
find the time to love
and to be loved
find the time to give...
... find the time to read
find the time to be a friend
find the time to work.
It's wiseness' brow
and the road of happinesses.
Forgive me, forgive me for loving you and having let you know.
Upon your heart fell my first look.
By giving yourself you receive, by forgetting yourself you find yourself.
Despisable one makes himself, when even if in ire a woman offends.
So many different things happen to you when you finally connect with your soul mate. You eat better. You sleep more. You wanna stay in the house lil more.