passionate-love

You're like a madnessinside me, a fever I can't cure.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don't you? You'rein my blood, God help us both.

Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.

If you want to find your passion, follow your daydreams.

What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them...In the corner of my dark soul, her passion is dark like a kohl.She is giving new meaning to these feelings...She is complete, she is whole.

Dear God, Lisa, give me back my peace of mind!

A woman in love respects and raises up her man. She is his constant source of support. She matches his heart and passions with her own. She sees the very best in him, even when he does not. She is his foundation; what he returns home to.

Yeah! "I love you" is subject to the law of diminishing returns; like one or two other critical weekly elements of a relationship, it loses a bit of thrilling value every time you get it out.'... That's what happens with "I love you", that same phrase that you once shouted Hollywood or Heathcliff-like in the lashing raining, now- now you are saying it dumbly at the end of every phone conversation, a follow-on from," I'll be back for dinner." Once it came out spontaneous rush, it forced itself out; now it's reflex.

Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silksas skin meets skinflames that lick everythingand consume all there is.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.I was a strong lad and survived; but the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open

Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss

We cannot anticipate in advance how anyone will respond when they first rub elbows with Eros_ malady of passion and madness. Eros arrives on a wing of a devious angel to take control of our body, encapsulate our mind, and seize command over the quality of our life. In its purest manifestation, romantic love guarantees to rip us asunder, because we are unwittingly dispossessed of our precious sense of self-control.

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it.

I think of you, therefore I exist.

You have a great talent and a great role in the world.

Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don't you? You're

If you have never known happiness and sorrow, then you have not fully experience life.