lovers

Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they too, fade away.

The life has ups and downs.You had just to learn to fall with class

Relationships are never complicated. You__e either together or you__e not. If someone says it__ complicated, it really just means someone__ killing time until something better comes along.

It__ a duress I__l never regret succumbing to,_ he murmured as his hands caressed the soft skin of her shoulders. __t gave me you. I never thought I could love someone so much that I__ be willing to let them go to keep them safe.

My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I__e ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn__ even know my face could do this. It__ like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

I so desperately wanted to be his gravity, to hold him on this earth and keep him from leaving me.

Moon and earth is the longest known stable love affair known to man kind

For though a very few hours spent in the hard labour of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects than can really be in common between any two rational creatures, yet with lovers it is different. Between them no subject is finished, no communication is ever made, till it has been made at least twenty times over.

You are mine." He spoke against her lips. "You always have been. You always will be.

Be careful who you allow into your bed, and more importantly your heart.

Daybreak has extraordinary hypnotizing influence,On us, idealistic observers.When red sun slowly reveals on the rivers surface,like in a mirror,It reminds of two lovers embracing,Just by looking into each others eyes.In such deep and serious commitment,Without unnecessary words,That spoil the instant of confidence.Water is not stopping it's course,Neither does the sun.That's what makes it so exceptional,So magnificent.The only tie is their gentle admiration,As their love is greater than space separating.And who ever had the chance, to witness that, just once,Shouldn't say he haven't found God.

Juliet and Romeo die at the end,' I said.'Do they really, though?' Monroe asked. 'I didn__ know that that matters, when they sure did live. It__ as simple as this, their secret. When you love somebody, you live, and you live goddamn well.

I want a man who watches me walk away.

Weeping is like cleansing your soul. It's liberating and somber.

Well," he said slowly, "sometimes there's a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it's what the harpers sing of and the poets make stories of: the love that escapes the years...."All or nothing, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though we were children touching glass with dirty hands.

A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way,the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.