I cant sleep I cant eat I cant do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him all day I wait to see him and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

God is love she said. And he respects love whether its between a parents and child a man and woman or friends. I dont think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life right. Love with all your heart. Dont hurt others and help those in need. That is all you need to know. And dont worry about heaven. If it exists youll be welcome.

So many days oh so many daysseeing you so tangible and so closehow do I pay with what do I payThe bloodthirsty springhas awakened in the woods.The foxes start from their earthsthe serpents drink the dewand I go with you in the leavesbetween the pines and the silenceasking myself how and whenI will have to pay for my luck.Of everything I have seenits you I want to go on seeingof everything Ive touchedits your flesh I want to go on touching.I love your orange laughter.I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.What am I to do love loved oneI dont know how others loveor how people loved in the past.I live watching you loving you.Being in love is my nature.You please me more each afternoon.Where is she I keep on askingif your eyes disappear.How long shes taking I think and Im hurt.I feel poor foolish and sadand you arrive and you are lightningglancing off the peach trees.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.

Find the things that matter and hold on to them and fight for them and refuse to let them go.

Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition.

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit so whats your favorite color punk

Love heals scars love left

Because...because...she came here with me.

But if you love and must needs have desires let these be your desiresTo melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of loveAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of lovingTo rest at noon hour and meditate loves ecstasyTo return home at eventide with gratitudeAnd then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent But I was too young to know how to love her...