If I could come back as anything it would be one of your tears. How could I want more than to be concieved in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheek, and die on your lips. |
Love is giving and giving sometimes means giving in. |
You know it's love, when |
The one person you can truly love is often right in front of you. |
Thou art to me a delicious torment. |
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. |
Love is not blind- it sees more not less. But, because it sees more, it is willing to see less. |
Perhaps we all give our hearts uncritically- to those who hardly think about us in return. |
Peel back the cover |
To be angry with a weak man is proof that you are not very strong yourself. |