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.
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,
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.
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.
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.