Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes its just another way to bleed.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you but sometimes I do and that sight becomes this art.

And what would humans be without loveRARE said Death.

When love beckons to you follow him Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......But if in your fear you would seek only loves peace and loves pleasure Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of loves threshing-floor Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh but not all of your laughter and weep but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not nor would it be possessed For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love if it finds you worthy directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.But if you love and must needs have desires let these be your desires To 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 love And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once twice or a dozen times in our life we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it we die of hunger because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it even if that means hours days weeks of disappointment and sadness.The moment we begin to seek love love begins to seek us. And to save us.

My mother... she is beautiful softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

It was many and many a year agoIn a kingdom by the seaThat a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEEAnd this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a childIn this kingdom by the seaBut we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel LeeWith a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that long agoIn this kingdom by the seaA wind blew out of a cloud chillingMy beautiful Annabel LeeSo that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from meTo shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea.The angels not half so happy in heavenWent envying her and me-Yes- that was the reason as all men knowIn this kingdom by the seaThat the wind came out of the cloud by nightChilling and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven aboveNor the demons down under the seaCan ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd so all the night-tide I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my brideIn the sepulchre there by the seaIn her tomb by the sounding sea.

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

Oh no. Dont smile. Youll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

When you love someone you say their name different. Like its safe inside your mouth.