lovers-sadness

we said we would be to each other as two voices, who shadows.

We dream of him and in the morning we tell each other our dreams where he is living with us again, fixing salads, whistling, standing in doorways. Our mother tells us there was a time before they thought to marry when he wrote her every day, long letters with a date and a time in the upper right corner, the hour always late and the pages sometimes stained purple by wine that had spilled as he lifted the glass and drank while he wrote _ Our mother says not to throw the letters out, they are all that__ left of the love she__l never feel again.

She won__ love again in the same unbridled way; she__l never feel the sharp brightness of her own personality when he gazes upon her, when he draws a spotlight over her and she responds, fully illuminated.

You can't break up with a soul mate.

That girl who doesn__ even understand my language properly, understands my heart, but the one who should, doesn__ even try

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.

Love should never be too much or too less, yet it cannot be measured.

I was afraid,_ she said, __nd I wanted to hear your voice.

Some people weren't made for love.

You were the only blessing I think, I didn't deserve at first place.

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

That is when time stands still - when you watch the one you love, walk away.

Sometimes there__ no cure for the crazy._ Dale sighed, stroking my hair. __ think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that__ the cure.

If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.

An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play with her.He took my out my heart from her,and threw it on the street,then there is nothing more than weep.An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.Sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.

I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.

Hide the miles between usRun to meLike you run yourFingers through my hairDesire in every digit, in every touch.Run to meLike rivers run in springtimeFilled with renewing loveAs they do with the melting snow.Fly to meAs the birds fly the continentsCommitted to build their nests.Fly to meAs a cottonwood fluff in the airAll over me, head to toe, gentlyCome here.

She had assumed they would see each other every day but she hadn__ really thought about the implications of having an affair with a married man. It wasn__ going to be a normal relationship.