For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed but my soul.

And now I know why they invented words for love why they had to Its the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy all running sharply through me at once.

Love.Because of you in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face I no longerRemember your hands how did your lipsFeel on mineBecause of you I love the white statuesDrowsing in the parks the white statues thatHave neither voice nor sight.I have forgotten your voice your happy voiceI have forgotten your eyes.Like a flower to its perfume I am bound toMy vague memory of you. I live with painThat is like a wound if you touch me you willMake to me an irreperable harm.Your caresses enfold me like climbingVines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love yet I seem toGlimpse you in every window.Because of you the heady perfumes ofSummer pain me because of you I againSeek out the signs that precipitate desiresShooting stars falling objects.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

Where there is great love there are always miracles.

Im in love with you and I know that love is just a shout into the void and that oblivion is inevitable and that were all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust and I know the sun will swallow the only earth well ever have and I am in love with you.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

People should fall in love with their eyes closed.

Why is love intensified by absence

One day when I am a braver man I will tell her these things and then I will look her in the eye tell her I love her and ask her to be only mine. But until that day were just friends.