I swear to thee by Cupid’s strongest bow,By his best arrow with the golden head,By the simplicity of Venus’ doves,By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.In the beginning a flame, very pretty,Often hot and fierce, But still only light and flickering. As love grows older, Our hearts mature And our love becomes as coals, Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Oh shes nice, shes kind, Innocent too. Shes probably pretty The right one for you So Just forget me: Im only a friend Though Ill be with You Until the end Only a friend
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -I have shudderd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyrd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I could die for you.
If something happens you cannot control, then life isnt going to wait for you to catch up; you just have to keep on moving with life. If its a boyfriend problem, then think, Im worth way more then all this. Im going to make it and life goes on.
To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.