lovers

Because I know if I sit down and start to write out how it feels_. it all becomes too real_ the pain becomes too much. But that's the weird part because I feel so empty, like there no longer is a heart living where there used to be one, so why am I feeling pain?

How many rooms are there in the chambers of your heart? How many rooms full of memories can you describe like the one I__ going to tell you about. You know how you left him don__ you? The man you were so in love with once. Bing Cherry Silk. Another man left those for you didn__ he? And you put them on, just like I did.

I love you...I love you without needing you, I love you without wanting you. I love you for being you. Because, you see, needing you is a necessity; and wanting you is a desire. But being, is as it is. And so, you as you are, this as it is, is as it is just fine. I guess the next level will be, I love you... with no explanation. Simply because I'm lost at words for you, and even if I found words, none of them would explain. Like a man who speaks another language trying to communicate, so will I be a love that feels an unexplainable feeling, trying to explain. I can't... And that's okay.

In the world of lovers, there is no fear.

I have seen a lot of beautiful things in my time. I have seen the sun rise and set. I have seen the moon upon the waters reflecting it__ love. I have seen roses that__ beauty sat upon heaven__ doors. I have seen some of the most beautiful things in my life, and none of them can compare to the thought of you.

As a lover or a dipsomaniac, I've no doubt of your being a most fascinating specimen. But as a combiner of forms, you must honestly admit it, you're a bore.

There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties.

She was of course only too good for him; but as nobody minds having what is too good for them, he was very steadily earnest in the pursuit of the blessing, and it was not possible that encouragement from her should be long wanting.

Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach's heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose petals. Trevor rubbed his thumb across it, squeezed gently, heard Zack suck air in through his teeth and moan as he let it out. He could see blood suffusing the tissue just beneath the translucent skin, a deep dusky rose delicately purpled at the edges, crowned with a single dewy pearl of come. It was as intimate, as raw as holding someone's heart in his hands.

More than just someone to lay down with, is a spirit to pray up with.

How far will you run, before you realize you're not running away from me? You're running to me.

Chemistry is great, but eventually your relationship moves out of the laboratory.

Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats--each of them cramped.

Feel The Love in Friendship

They tell me you're the best and the worst thing to have happened to me, but I do not see how it can be both. For if my death resulted from your presence, an everlasting sleep would have me dreaming happily of us together. I see no bad in that. Therefore, you must be the best thing to have ever happened to me because you make the worst seem wonderful.

You're reading one of those books in which the author is in love with the reader. My life.

But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.

Oh, how I wish I was a woman__is woman.