lovers

When I say love, I mean love.

Love is just a contact of no refusal.

You and I will have our forever.

A white cloth falls on your heart; How beautiful you are - The winter loves us, because only lovers have a pure heart.

Children have always liked the princess story, but they never knew what was her name. I think the princess was, is and will always be you.

I think what makes life matter,what makes it good,is knowing that someday we`ll die. Maybe death is God`s joke on us but I think it is also his gift.We have our allotted time and the is`s over.It`s up to us to make in meaningful and special.

no matter how hard your shell is on the out side you will aways find some one who loves you

But if you take off your clothes, I__ sure I can get them dry.__y eyes went wide. __re you trying tog et my naked?__is silvery gaze met mine. __o you really need me to answer that?__ hot, sweet flush stole across my cheeks. When he was like this__pen, flirty, and downright sexy__ was at my lamest. I wasn__ used to this side of him. I don__ think I ever would be, and there was something thrilling in that. But I stared at him, caught between the images playing out in my head and the very real man standing before me.

Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

I__e learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I__e learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head.

She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone__ arm after you grab it?

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

Once when I asked you if you still loved your wife, you said, Love leaves the back door open. Later, you said, Love like a hospital gown opens at the back. And you slipped out.

Nothing stayed, nothing ever changed. But love, only love, that was the true part of the story, no matter what the beginning, middle or end.

When I reach out, you take my hand._When I smile, you mirror the expression.When I triumph, you glory as if it were your own.When I fail, you point to the light at the end.When I need, you tenderly provide.When I cry, you kiss away my tears.When I suffer, _you bleed.And you wonder why I love you?

Prove that you love me through a lingering gaze and never losing that twinkle of adoration in your eyes.

Just at that moment, Lucilla happened to cross the lawn at a distance. At sight of her, I could not, as I pointed to her, forbear exclaiming in the words of Sir John's favorite poet,There doth beauty dwell,There most conspicuous, e'en in outward shape,Where dawns the high expression of a mind."This is very fine," said Sir John, sarcastically. "I admire all you young enthusiastic philosophers, with your intellectual refinement. You pretend to be captivated only with _mind_. I observe, however, that previous to your raptures, you always take care to get this mind lodged in a fair and youthful form. This mental beauty is always prudently enshrined in some elegant corporeal frame, before it is worshiped. I should be glad to see some of these intellectual adorers in love with the mind of an old or ugly woman. I never heard any of you fall into ecstasies in descanting on the mind of your grandmother.