If I am to be fallen into love I will. And if as a result I will appear to be stupid disillusioned and of poor judgment I will. And I would be damned if I cared what other people think. For I would rather be thought of as all of these things than not love. If in loving I become the naked woman on the horse I will ride that horse with my head held high. This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.

In this part of the story I am the one whodies the only one and I will die of love because I love youbecause I love you Love in fire and in blood.

I guess what Im trying to say is that you are there in everything I am in everything Ive ever done and looking back I know that I should have told you know much youve always meant to me.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past whether in life or revery he had heard their tale before.

I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each others hands and how thick their sanitation gloves are.

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.

If I love you what business is it of yours

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned that the worlds greatest resource is love and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time circumstance and understanding

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.