Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I found me a werewolf a nasty old muttIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut.Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I was stopped by a vampire a rotting old wreckIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck.Mama Mama put me to bedI wont make it home Im already half-dead.I met an Invalid and fell for his artHe showed me his smile and went straight for my heart.-From A Childs Walk Home Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales

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.

Its dark now and I am very tired. I love you always. Time is nothing.

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.

If a girl starts out all casual with a guy and she doesnt tell him that she wants a relationship it will never become a relationship. If you give the guy the impression that casual is okay with you thats all hell ever want. Be straight with him from the start. If he gets scared and runs away he wasnt right for you.

Afterward I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon you dont have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation a desire that extends to an infinite number of women but in the desire for shared sleep a desire limited to one woman.

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.

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